Running

Heavy feet stomp

on the street’s oceans

under billions

 of tear-shaped mirrors

reflecting nothing

but black pavement.

 

Water crashes

like waves

against stone walls

no one else can hear.

 

Scuffling bodies

seek refuge

in the warm-glow

of amber-lit cafes.

 

I run past their sanctuary.

 

My feet are cold

but rain is my refuge.

 

I run faster,

hoping

for one droplet to fall

slow enough

for me

to see through it

clearly.

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