[1] - Spilled
The coffee was just bought
Across the busy street
He didn't know it would be raining.
He thought he would be leaving.
Rain was just an inconvenience.
The dry bookstore held a sign that read,
'No food or drinks'.
He was ignorant
He thought, "I eat while reading
All the time."
As he rushed inside with his dripping wet coat
The cup
t i p p
e d.
Hot, steaming, black liquid
Went onto the sweater of a girl holding some old books
And it suddenly it made perfect sense
To why the sign was written.
YOU ARE READING
Pluviophile
PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
