PITTER-PATTER
Pitter Patter
patter of raindrops hitting pavement
rooftops and cold streets,
December has come to San Francisco,
look up feel their cool touch
try to count their endless cadence,
Falling
falling
like a heart thrown away
or a trinket bouncing away
from her owner-child
lost forever,
Pitter
patter
waking this dark apartment.
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