Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Wet Shoes

Grey creeps over
the lazy street
the first drops of rain

Hitting your shoes
as you look down
to follow the noise

A little bite on the
nose by the wind
makes you think of

The remembered warmth
of your now empy cup
back in the shop

As your shoes shuffle
on the street in the rain
it makes you think

of that beautiful woman
with whom you used to dance
on a Sunday evening


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