She sits curled up with her feet tucked under

-a notebook on her knee-

Her hair wraps around her neck warms up

as the rain streams down outside.

Pen scribbles words, the dryer clicks and the

gold light fills the room

The day quiets down from a week that’s thick

with commitments and time and kids.

A friend might come if the rain calms down

But for now it obscures the mountains in the clouds

And she sits and she waits and she nibbles and sips

enjoys the hail and the drips that keep her inside

with a book and a beer and her jeans that are ripped


#stolenmoments #poetry #solitude


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