Tuesday, July 29, 2014

1:57 PM


- We're two minutes late! -
say some passersby.
I am one of them
as I marvel at
their odd meeting time.

Rain falls like dark angels
from eternally 
grey skies. Tomorrow
will be better I
silently surmise.

You are far from here.
Somewhere warmer, some-
where gold, giving no 
thought of me on some-
one else's shoulder.

--040714--


© 2014 vagrant moon

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