Friday, January 8, 2016

Overread at Table 3: Poem of the Day (Morning Walk)

Morning walk, a blanket of fog settled on this
suburban street, punctuated by the occasional streetlamp.

Clumps of leaves, wet and black,
carpet the sidewalk in patchwork paint.

The droplets of the midnight's rain that wriggle through tree branches
Sound like the crackling embers of a dying campfire.


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