Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Small Stone - 7th March

A Day of Rain

Cold, forlorn seats neatly ring the table,
And beneath the graceful curves of empty metal arms
Droplets hang for a few moments before they drip, drip onto decking
To become mirror stripes of shed, palm tree
And cerulean pots –
The only blue beneath gun metal clouds.

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