Monday, September 5, 2011

Mondays Poetry Moment

     ONE DAY . . .

One day, I will live
above a storefront
in a loft apartment space
my half opened windows, full of
red geraniums in clay pots,
I sit down on the interior
window ledge,
I gaze out on the city,
as day slips into night,
a cool summer rain begins to fall
and cars splash through
puddles down on the street.

© Lydia Lowe  9/05/2011

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