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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
An observation of my day and community written back in April 2008.

Submitted: May 09, 2013

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The brass in the chairs sits lazy

Just waiting for the rain.

Nothing but rust in their futures, just strangers keeping them dry.

Just hands against their backs

Just morning, noon and night.

 

Books gather dust piled carelessly

Next to me

The Landlower Legacy and the French Atlantic

Keep me company.

I’m surprisingly warm

Out of my house and element rather quickly.

Then the rain rolls in across the Elmwood village and the brass no longer waits.

The clouds breathe a sigh of relief

 

Take this all of you and grow with it.

The 20H at half past eight

10 speeds because they still ride in the rain.

I still retire and wait.

I wish it a nicer day

But appreciate it anyway

I’m just that kind of girl

Slow like honey

Sad like rain

Steady as the weather itself.


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