Cold air hit my body like a bruise I heard the groan leave my lips Awful sound Watching a young man Pull the hood of his anorak tight I wished I had worn a warm coat My check shirt too thin for this weather As if I were under a curse The heavens bring on the rain I turn the corner, see the fire My heart skips a beat, my house I look again, after blinking several times My mind fits the puzzle together Two firemen struggle to hold the hose Am I the nebbish person on the planet? Why did luck never visit my life…?
© AnitaDawes2021
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