slight rain, you could say
drizzle, soft. a gentle day.
opening new ground. sand
underfoot reminds of
younger days. toast
also a comfort in
an age of other things.
pattern of tiny souls,
searching just for crumbs,
patterning a place to lodge
in life.
slight rain brought out
the coloured coats,
talk of tides and fortitudes.
opening new ground.
the church was closed.
sbm.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
slight rain, you could say
drizzle, soft. a gentle day.
opening new ground. sand
underfoot reminds of
younger days. toast
also a comfort in
an age of other things.
pattern of tiny souls,
searching just for crumbs,
patterning a place to lodge
in life.
slight rain brought out
the coloured coats,
talk of tides and fortitudes.
opening new ground.
the church was closed.
sbm.
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