Non-Erotic PoetryMorning CommuteIt was not a day for umbrellas
wind whipped down central streets
frigid and filled with rain
brown shoes plodding
through city puddles
dirt and discarded hot dogs
another block of stinging rain
followed by eight hours
of grey monotony
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