At least I’m not wet

In Starbucks looking out at the rain,
Sipping flowery syrup,
I am cramped in a corner,
Discreet, dry.

This is where we run when it pours?

I think of the cafe,
Tasteful china, chipped,
Chairs that have been broken in.
And yesterday with those mangos and shrimp,
When we yelled about debt and played a game of dominos.


4 thoughts on “At least I’m not wet

  1. p.s. I MUST find the time to write more. It is a void that must be filled. When I do write things, I’ll send them to you.

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