Early Morning Rain
The low rolling hills
in the mist of foggy rain
that drifts in my eye,
gets under my shirt
and I am clammy like dank
hills could be on days
like this one dripping
past all reason, a torture,
timeless, forever.
March 19, 2011 8:44 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.