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