Sorrowful Days
Nancy Zhou Misty windows and foggy haze Days like these are always mundane Blank skies and wet eyes Praying that the pavement dries Pigeons frantically searching for cover Looking out for one another Puddles gathering in the grooves Slowly seeping into my shoes Mother warning me to bring an umbrella But her constant nagging has me fed-up The downpour drowning me in regret Her laughter filled the room—I bet And just like that, the day goes by When tomorrow comes, the rain will subside And when the clouds convene again I’ll be hiding in my den |