Where You Can by Ian Copestick

Brit Grit, Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine, True Brit Grit

Every day the rain keeps falling
This is one of the worst and most
Depressing summers that I can remember.
You just have to get your good times
Where you can. When I first woke up
At 6: 30 a.m. the sun was shining,
The sky was beautiful. By 10 it was
Raining again, but you have to get
Your good times where you can.
Now at 7 p.m. the sun’s out again.
The sky is still full of threatening
Black clouds, but I go outside. I light
A cigarette, feel the warmth on my face.
You have to get your good times
Where you can.

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