my secret poetry stash
Sunday, May 1, 2011
post-rain
A thousand little frosted mirrors
Are thrumming with the last few drips
Slip-sliding out of the sky.
The world is dressed in shades of silver
Each breath feels soggy in my chest
and tastes like a cool drink of water.
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