what we didn’t take (20160905)

something gentle as rain
falls on us
something like grace
something like whispers

it patters and puddles
at our feet
spreading like shadows
spreading like sunrise

our pockets are filled
with crumbs
maybe from cookies
maybe from cakes

we leave the umbrellas
unopened
we leave the coats
at home

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for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Cake