66poem

January 3, 2011

Isn’t life just
like waiting in the rain
a casual ten minutes
so the receptionist
thinks we arrived separately,

just two soaked sojourners
climbing the stairs to the lonely
refuge of night’s eleventh hour?

LOCATION: Ouro Preto, Brazil – Angela and I arriving to very conservative hotel on the outskirts of town, the same one where we stayed the last time we were in town.

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