Rain
(December 11, 1989)
Drops of water plummet to the earth from unknown heights and beat on my head as I stroll through murky puddles. I set my foot down, and the sludge and water move away,then quickly recover their prior position.
Rain
(December 11, 1989)
Drops of water plummet to the earth from unknown heights and beat on my head as I stroll through murky puddles. I set my foot down, and the sludge and water move away,then quickly recover their prior position.
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Great visual. Great example of the poetry of the mundane, of daily life.
Original. Again, thanks!