Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Glistening upon my window pane
The drop of rain
To a refracted reality…
To a realm of humbled buildings,
Their erect forms, bent.
People, crooked and broken,
Hiding behind the fluorescence of twisted synthetic umbrellas.
Trees, melting and liquid
Streets, indefinitely turning, confused,
Misdirecting lost travelers
How potent is this drop of rain
That washes away the facades?
Facades that have survived storms
Of winds and tears…
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