A poem by Paola Moretti
We will think about it tomorrow
The rain will pour on our empty shoes
outside the house.
The city shivers.
you do too.
I want to sleep in and tight.
Let’s leave our doubts on the chair
near the desk,
we will wear them in the morning,
like dried up clothes
from yesterday’s storm.
Don’t say a word,
I’ll do the same.
Drops run down waterproof sleeves
I watch them hover before splashing
onto the floor.
Come over,
take your coat off.