I do not

I do not wish to talk
Today
There is so much
Contempt in so much
Familiarity,

We know it. We will not like it.

We should not betray
This friendship with so much
Talk,

Senseless, and too tiring.

Let our silence miss us for a while.
Like we think somewhere else.

Like simply listening to what these heavy downpour
Of rain is telling us,

Something wet and wild and
Wonderful.

God is making a lot of noise. This heavy rain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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