after the rain
i recall, after the rain,you could still smell the rain
in the air
as it dripped
from the drain pipe
by the door
(like the aroma
of freshly cut grass
in the summertime)
nature sounds in the morning -
inside, the tea is steeping
and the orange juice
is left half finished
it's a pretty foggy morning -
the fog covers the sky
like a cool bed sheet
covers the top of the mattress
obscures everything,
becomes everything
2/2/14
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2014-02-09 at 00:20
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