Sunday, November 20, 2016

Wet November

A wet, wet November, 
and the world has fallen hushed;

And my mind wanders to things—
to wonders and things—

like how I’m just a soul, and you’re
just a soul,

and how rain falls like magic 
upon the human psyche.

And today I feel too big for 
this pretty little box, and
a little too small for
this dripping wet world.

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