Rain

Tea and croissants in the rain. We sat at the cafe widow and watched the traffic barely moving. At 4am, a dead tree had fallen, ripping down power lines and blocking both south-bound lanes. I heard a voice that said, “Build an ark.” I pretended like I didn’t hear.

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1 Comment

  1. Diane said,

    December 12, 2014 at 1:30 pm

    You make me laugh. A wonderful thing.


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