Rain Falls

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.

fog

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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