Rain Slaves

 

It was one of those days

When the grey and the

Drizzle hung so low

You thought night

Might drop any moment,

People quiet, contemplative,

Like rain slaves

Hiding from a heat wave,

Too shy, too scared

To leave the fog

And say,

Hey Babe,

I love you.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:59 PM June 28, 2013

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