Strawberry Rain
Gentle as a razor,
her words cutting deep
Robbing tomorrow
of yesterday’s sleep
Her voice rising sharply
to greet the new pain
A bleeding Madonna
—in strawberry rain
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
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