Sunday, April 3, 2011

Stormcrowds (National Poetry Month: Day 3)

Hello there, please don't mind
me pressed against your side
beneath this cafe awning.

It's fun, since you're so pleasant,
to have another present
who recently was jogging.

So many passers-by
take refuge from the sky
and push us close together.

Who knew this many folk 
unhappily half-soaked
could hide here from the weather?

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