days like this

days like this

on days like this
cats sit tucked
between the curtains
and the glass
looking up to the
top of and the
bottom of the rain
people turn to
baking in warmed
kitchens and
in the frame the
dancers round the
village square in
a breughel rustic
seemingly
come to life
drunk on ale
on the days like
this the rain
unpacks its orchestra
in our hearing
and you remember
every spilt drop
on days like
this

Sleeping

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