Poetry
Sunday, June 12, 2011
raindrops
my chin rests on the windowpane
as i watch the droplets race down,
some in a fierce dive lasting seconds,
others in a slow, methodical march.
i reach my finger out to touch one,
and realize i'm on the wrong side.
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