I walked.
Maple seeds
soaked on the asphalt.
They talked.
Hood drawn,
I saw their sneakers.
Rain fell.
Black shoes
wet from the drops.
I walked.
Hood drawn,
wet from the drops.
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3 comments:
I love it more everytime I read it! It's tight, engaging and smart. Well done!
whoa, youre good.
(:
Hurray!!
My father is a poet!!
:-9
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