mist of cool autumn
seeping into worn gutters
grey shades of Monday
shining metal streets
slick cars gliding through dense fog
strings of dirty pearls
safe in my cocoon
rain drops on age-old windows
dreaming by the fire
Monday, October 10, 2005
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