Poetry

Belgium is Wet Again

the slippery drizzle returned

last night and continues

making puddles on the road

reflecting headlights of

the snug cars that splash

those on bike and with

umbrellas clutched in hand

in a hurry to find a dry place

a home or a café somewhere

where the coffee is sweet

and the cat curls up

beneath the heater

 

~ Michael Adubato

Belgium

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