Saturday, 27 March 2010

POETRY - Identikit

Some towns all look the same in the rain,

the travel, the battle, the end result.

Grey buildings blend seamlessly to the grey sky,

blurred and merged with the cascading droplets.

Somewhere that took so long to reach

Is abandoned for quick shelter.

Some times identikit.

No matter how far apart.

This weather absorbs you

Just as the rain permeates your skin

Just as it coats the buildings in drab mundanity.

Some times all towns look the same

And change you to feel it too.

P. Davidson 25/03/10

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