Barefoot
Walking with the early morning rain,
I take my shoes off,
Cold water splashes over my toes,
9 to 5 people give me curious looks
from protective cars,
Water seeps through my clothes,
Drips from my hair,
and makes me with time would stop...
and wait for me

Felicia Diane Larson
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