Friday, 1 February 2013


Rain pounds pebble-dashed walls
Rebounds and reverberates
against panes of glass.
A million tiny droplets, crashing, splashing,
Cold, hard concrete. No grip.
The water, frozen soft. 
Fine icy pulp covers the concrete floor,
black, almost greasy, 
Back wheels, black tires
Scrape and push and
spin and spin
Going no where.

Aimee Miller
Liverpool, England 

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