Wet Mornings

post drizzle-logged
morning trek;
leaky boots
puddle splashed
sodden socks
peeled in a pile
by the door;
coffee's pot's
pungent pull
awaits
post dried off
head and
towelled feet.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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September 26, 2017 at 12:53 AM
I forget how cold that actually is but you have reminded me.
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