pick themselves together
on the ground
through the pitter patter
of rushing feet, wet feet,
feet wishing themselves
to be warm
as the rain
rings winter wet,
not better
for shoppers
and strollers
and businessmen
with briefcases
briefly blowing smoke
up their own asses
while waiters
to be commanded,
wait for orders
from others
while watching the rain
washing down windows,
when they can become
a part of other patterns
assembling into something
on the ground
just out of reach
just under foot,
under feet,
pitter patter,
patterns in puddles
patterns that have matter…

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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7 thoughts on “PATTERNS

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you! I was literally just watching the rain out the window in work and waiters waiting in the restaurant opposite me. Inspirations comes even in showers. Glad you enjoyed it. Best wishes

      1. saintcharlotte

        True 😊 Inspiration can strike anywhere. Here’s to life, poetry, and brilliant ideas ☺️Have a great day today 😊

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