In the rain
the sky is a steady grey
wipers marking time
diner a drone of voices
a menu of lonely choices
headlights sparkle
highway crowded
traffic shrouded in the mist
where the rubber meets the tar
rain-shadowed pines along the road
leaving town
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the BIGGEST COMPETITION ever
Poetrythis will be the biggest competition in the history of the Poets Pub. A 10 week competition to find an ultimate poet here at the Pub. 10 different poetry styles over 10 weeks. Are you up to the challenge? (#4 in Poetry on 10-16-2016)
