- Vol. 07
- Chapter 04
Huddled in my duffle, I wait for the forty-nine
Sniffling as the frost obtunds my nose.
It’s running late again and I’m fearing that’s a sign
For another downpour … one of those.
Lightness of my groceries heightens my dejection.
I note that the damp has stained new shoes.
Glancing down at puddle, I notice sky’s reflection.
For a moment fly against sheer blue.