15

Beginning To Rain

And so it goes until next time,
No sin or pain or crime.
Death must wait for another act.
The stage is bare, the seats aren't packed.

Until next time, I swung and missed.
The crowd all booed, the people hissed.
The ump cried "Out! Go back to the bench."
We lost the game that was such a cinch.

Enough until next time.

So let it go, we let it show.
Until one lets it grow,
Just sit it out and do without.
I'll wait until next time.

Lay low, dear land, now mud and sand
Erupt and cover terrains.
The one you want is on the haunt.
Xray, long wave and mechanical brains.

Until next time.
Meet the end.
It's just around the bend

Richard C. Hayner
1970 ©

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