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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Seat at the View

Light raindrops fall onto the notebook
Blue ink smears the recycled brown paper
The words run off the page
Perhaps they already served their purpose
The rain becomes steady
Notebook is put away
The metal table becomes wet
The umbrella remains in my bag
Raindrops fall on my brows, down my eyes and cheeks
I don’t care
The water’s current moves the same
As a man walks to the corner of the pier’s railing
He begins taking pictures of the Brooklyn Bridge
He is unmoved by the steady rain
I am moved by his actions
Glasses become slightly foggy
The man leaves
The raindrops stop falling
Clouds move aside, the sky opens
Sun peeks out
The bridge becomes a shadow in the distance

And I remain sitting there

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