lesley herrera

Rookie (10/07/71 / mexico missouri)

Fog - Poem by lesley herrera

I hear the tap, tap of the rain

I let myself drip downstairs

In addition, open the door

A thick and mean fog rolls in like your insults

I turn cold and dark

Like smoke, drift back upstairs

Today will be another day

Subdued beneath the covers

Soon the rain will cease

Dripping on the pane

One day the fog will lift

I will rise with the sun.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008



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