WHERE I WALK

rain I got

 

crying wet onto me

 

diamond drops

brightened by

street lights

making the worst

appear washed

and clean

while puddles reflect neon’s

as passing

footsteps

make busy waves

disturbing what

weeps and gathers

from the under surface

of heaven

to the streets

where I walk

 


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