Lead On
The streets are quiet.
Its early enough
For some
Those that want a start.
On the morning rush.
A few drops fall.
Its too humid to settle.
I walk in line.
With gentlemen
And the casual dresser
They lead me.
One to another.
Until the canvas dries
And I'm back in control
Copyright © Lisa Knight | Year Posted 2010
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