Raindrops on Noses
By Tom King
Raindrops on noses,
Whiskers on old men,
Stumbling along the cobbles
On a wet afternoon.
Mist swirling ‘round legs
Dewdrops on young men
Pounding the jogging paths
In the foggy wee hours.
Sunshine on shoulders
Brown skin on children,
Running in the park
Through the golden afternoon.
Snowflakes on my bald head.
Frozen drizzle on my shoulders.
Impelling me forward
Along the pathway toward home.
Weather at rest,
Where it fell to the earth.
Falling on souls
Beside moments of living.
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2016 by Tom King
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