Raindrop on the toe of my boot.
A single drip from the distant past,
clear and spreading
on this brown leather hide.
I looked up,
held out my hands in the dry air.
Keep walking something told me.
Keep walking and don’t look back.
Raindrop
18 Thursday Apr 2013
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Amen to that
David
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