a.m.
I wake up too early,
long before the rest of this
town will.
I slide the curtains away and
stare out at the hushed drip of
the rain, splashing against
the glass,
and I look down at the
Polaroids on the low table
next to me --
the photos that detail
yesterday's rain and the rain
from the five days before.
4 comments:
Rain...rain...rain...drip...drip...
drop.
Your...posts...make...me...happy...
:)
i really like "hushed drip of
the rain" and the thought of taking polaroids of the rain, especially in the digital age. i just wrote a poem last night about a polaroid picture.
omg love it soooo much. and hey i have a question. since i followed you can you maybe follow me? AI buddy ha ha . that'd be soo amazing!
love the enjambment!
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