In
the early morning rain….
It’s not raining.
Seven
dollars in my hand…
I have a bit more; twenty I think.
And
an aching in my heart….
Ah!
Probably that.
I suppose it COULD be because I spoke
Spanish earlier.
Or maybe a reflective mood has been brought
on by an early morning meditative soak.
But, no.
And
my pockets full of sand…
Yep.
I’ve
a long way to go….
Two and a half hours, two if I don’t stop.
Why would I stop?
It’s New year’s Day, no where will be
selling good coffee; I have some in the house.
And I
miss my love one so…
Aye.
In
the Early Morning Rain….
It’s NOT raining!
With
nowhere to go.
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