Wet Season

In every storm,
the rain rusts
the classic cars I poured
last month’s rent into.

The cars in a salvage yard
no wider than a lawn,
bound to be scrapped
for sculpture art.

In every storm,
I think about how I will help make art,
art that may one day be placed
in a public park, or in a museum
with a cover charge.


One thought on “Wet Season

  1. SauceBox July 20, 2017 / 10:32 pm

    Great work! Loved how well this flowed. You’ve got my follow. Check out my comedy blog and give it a follow if you like it!


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