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,


for one droplet to fall

slow enough

for me

to see through it


Published in: on July 30, 2011 at 4:22 pm  Leave a Comment  

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