227. RAIN-SOAKED

227. 


RAIN-SOAKED


Rain and more rain

never lets up all day.

Silhouetted against the slate sky

pigeons huddle into their feathers,

beaks cracked and worn.


On my way home

I trudge over soggy pages 

of yesterday's headlines,

turn up the collar of my coat.

Gray weather, gray birds, gray me.




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