The Last Hour in Town

Night storm was in town
Tenderness in eye and wandering in thought
A cup of coffee in a shaky hand
Looked out the window;
The clouds covered the bright stars
Dark trees were swaying in the wind
Created humans’ faces in the past
While the rainwater slid slowly on its glass
Drawing past places inside its frame
Like a scattered picture of the road to south;
A hazy road in the summer day
A few minutes remained to go
The dawn was waited in a place
Old books and souvenirs left on the ground
Some I remember and others no
Small bag in a hand, no for more

By Khalid Alshamrani, ©2020

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