Wet feet

by Mark

I’m a fan of rainy days. I like to go outside and take walks in them and watch how other people act in them.  If the weather let’s me I’ll wear flip flops on rainy days. The reason is I love the rain but hate wet socks. A wet sock is a horrendous feeling. So, during the cold and rainy NYC day yesterday I happened to sketch this little poem:

See, rain wets the toes
silently seeping through
the leather infecting your
socks with squish
halting your feet and

Well, love is the same…

See, it sneeks in
right past your eyes
squirms around boned cages,
callus your judgment with
bubbles halting ideas to the

– Him