Apartment Door

Rain falls

Hard as I can ever remember

My hair drips wet

Water balling up

In tiny circles

Falling on cold hands

As I reach

The apartment door

Small winding rivers

Create islands and shores

Staying dry is today’s chore

Blustering wind

And rain a little more

But I made it dry

To that apartment door

 

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