We Write Poems, Prompt #87

We Write Poems, Prompt #87
Begin at the Bottom: Write a poem about feet.


Rain-Soaked Monday
Dense, icy rain pelts down
all day. Night comes early.
Outlined against pewter
pigeons brood into feathers,
stare with dull eyes,
beaks cracked and scarred.

She slogs across puddles and
soggy pages of USA Today,
cold rainwater soaking her shoes
clear through to her toes,
pulls the collar of her coat tighter,
sinks numb fingers into deep pockets.

She shivers as dampness creeps
into her bones, distracts her
from loneliness. She catches the 6:32,
crowds in beside blank-faced strangers,
returns to her solitary cell.
Grayness to darkness to infinity.