after the rain

i recall, after the rain,
you could still smell the rain
in the air
as it dripped
from the drain pipe
by the door
(like the aroma
of freshly cut grass
in the summertime)

nature sounds in the morning -
inside, the tea is steeping
and the orange juice
is left half finished

itís a pretty foggy morning -
the fog covers the sky
like a cool bed sheet
covers the top of the mattress

obscures everything,
becomes everything


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-09 at 00:20

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Am looking forward to read your next poem! It's like this poem and the previous one, dead flower bud belong together:) Thank you for sharing Thomas