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Stepping Away

Poetry By: WriterMike730
Poetry



A short poem in an experimental form that relies heavily on setting for its narrative quality.


Submitted:Oct 18, 2009    Reads: 76    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Stepping Away
The nighttime
summer rain
started
as a drizzle.
And then
it picked up
in intensity
as it
Fell.
It fell
until
the drops
became
FAT.
They made
a hollow
sound
that you could
hear
disperse outward
onto
the ground.
Somebody
(Who?)
decided that then
would be
a good time to
push
the bench
away
from the wall
outside
the bar.
To put it,
away,
so that
there was
no place
to sit
that wasn't
wet,
but only
Space
to stand.
There,
we three,
Stood.
Huddled
together, but
far apart
beneath
an awning.
Somebody
(Who?)
said
"When you're
a drinker,
you think
that everyone
else
drinks and smokes
too,
but it's
not true."
We all
nodded
our heads,
in agreement,
beneath
the awning.
And then,
I stepped
Away;
got soaked,
and sighed.
And my
Sigh,
was a
Sound
that you could hear,
disperse outward
into
the nighttime
summer ran
as it
Fell.




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