Humidity hangs.
Pushing against it, each step
lands with a soft squish.
Lost in fog of thought,
Cruising on familiar streets
Garmin keeping track.
Windows lighting up,
Papers on stoops; early bus—
Coffee scents hover.
Pink and orange creeping,
losing to the grey. Rain drops
bead on eyeglasses.
Looking through prisms
skews the world. See what rain
does to your vision?
Orange tree dripping fruit:
glowing orbs of juiciness-
Footprints in wet grass.
Heading home, the thief
Craves coffee, stuffs stash in shirt.
Latte, toast, no juice.
......former public defender/legal aid lawyer, Teach For America teacher, and always running....
A Grateful Life dotnet 
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