wet pavement rain

washes city dust

polishing the rust with

heavens night showers

shining sidewalks

beneath an

all night diners



ruffled muted images

drip past the

front door

into refuge

where sinners have no


as they speak of

never enough time

while exchanging ideas

of washed over

without washed out

finally agreeing

there are no

soft shades of




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