Returning to a BalconyA Poem by Travis Lawrence
The rain pools under
roofs without gutters, the soft taps drop like faucets through rusted utility piping seeped in the wet ground as a planter's hands and feet in the muddy, Earthy garden soil. The roof is a drum, a snare and high hat, rhythmic rain tempos are like seven years without a poem. I lie on my side, legs lightly touching, as lighting creaks through darkness, streams seep through sharp valleys, my eyes press the light closing in on a drift, toward sleep returning to a balcony, covered, warm, wet.
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Added on October 13, 2014 Last Updated on October 13, 2014 AuthorTravis LawrenceAustin, TXAboutI'm a 29-year-old using this site to backup my writings, which are mostly poems. Leave a comment if you like, they always make me smile. Have a nice day! more..Writing
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