2006-09-12

aquabean: (Wandering.)
2006-09-12 11:38 am
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Poem Spam

Where I Am With You
by Ryan Vine

Waking from a nap,
we stand at the window
watching dark clouds crawl
across the sky, whip
state-sized wisps
down and out and up.

Lights come on early,
and people below
on the street scurry
and bumble about
My arm around you, you say—--
Let it rain, let it pour.