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POEM: a million pebbles and one sore foot


a million pebbles and one sore foot

without warning the rain starts again
a million little pebbles against the skylights
I’m at my desk, naked, typing, pausing
occasionally to look out the window
at the curtain of water, the dripping leaves
soon I’ll leave my modern hut, walk
with one sore foot to the center of town

10 July 2013
Auburn, AL

Published in Auburn My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry


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