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Thursday, February 16, 2012

A Rainy Day Spent in an Empty Pool

A cloudy sky on a dreary day
the rain falls on my hair
with the words in my heart.

It's hard to write in the rain
when the ink runs down the page.

Those old plastic rimmed glasses
that I stepped on again.

That was the last time
the pool was open,
and the end of my childhood.

A black blanket draped over me
-soaked in rain
was my umbrella.