By Andrew R. Duckworth
Drumrolls sounding over the plains.
No breaks in the canopy today.
I’m sure that sun hasn’t run away,
But the sky’s cloak sends its rains.
Slippery slopes from the rain showers.
There were no more steps that one could take,
No fresh arguments to make.
Now, waiting on the light from divine powers.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 