jeudi 24 décembre 2015

I write better when I'm feeling blue

The sun hid behind the clouds today,
and from my bed I could tell
the second heaven had awakened
a watery assaulted.
I could hear the rain mocking
the tires of cars as they sang
their lyrics against the surface
of the road.
I peered sleepily out of my window
and seen an asphalt truck repairing
a hole in the street, umbrellas waving
side to side in cadence with the wind,
kids splashing
I write better when I'm feeling blue

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