Day Three: Icicle

Water drips, drip, dripping
hanging from the edge
falling down on the warming
concrete
watching the feet passing by
droplets landing on unsuspecting feet
clinging, weakening
crashing

And no one cares.

***

Not cold here but I know some places are. A quick poem to end the day. Cheers.

~Tally

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