Rain Falls

Posted on April 14, 2015 by 
It’s two a.m. and the bars have evicted the last of the revelers.
Rain falls onto the deserted street and rolls into the gutter.
In a scant few hours, as passersby begin to stare,
he will pick himself up and move on.

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About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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