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With desperation dripping off my chin
I scurry around this way and that
Trying to catch up the herd that
Knowingly is leaving me behind

I trip on stones I couldn’t see
Through all the rainstorm on my face
And stumble even further back behind

With need that pushes hunger off the list
I strive for things not physical
But nebulous and indistinct
That shimmer in the distance
And are always out of reach
         ljm
Brings to mind an old pop song from the 70's or  80's.  It said "I'm in with the in-crowd...I go where the in-crowd goes.  I'm in with the in-crowd...I know what the in-crowd knows"
Why do we long for that?  Especially those who say they don't.
How refreshing the smell
Of new rain
On the unsuspecting sidewalk
Where worms come
Out of hiding
Ready to shimmy
In the rain of Life
Birds fly high overhead
Children prepare to
Jump in newly formed puddles
Splashing with all their heart
Lift up your hands
Stick out your tongue
And catch a few drops
It won't last forever
 Jul 2020 Jennifer McCurry
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hardly embraced
by the
darkest memories
he can never
rid himself with.

softly clamoured
by the
endless disgrace
and disdain
she left
his arms.

bewildered
and mesmerized
by the simple
things
he made,
it was ephemeral.

lustered
with bits
of sparkle
left in his eyes
through the glares
of "she" which sullied the
plain, beautiful sky
and cries.
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