Anne

Looking out on empty streets
Has the rain stopped?
Can the rain stop . . .
Or does it just wait for another day?

The smell of wet corrugated cardboard
Leftover lovers leaning into each other
Would they if they could . . .
Would they have another?

Reflections in a broken glass
Reflections on a steam
Pictures of a soul
leaking night waters in
Not unlike a silent boat
out on a starless darkness

Alive and alone in the cold light of day
Concessions and confessionals all lined up in a row
Silent slips of paper bleed a pale blue and grey
Folded paper prayers pleading for an anodyne

Reflections in a broken glass
Reflections on a steam
Pictures of a soul
leaking cold waters in
Not unlike a silent boat
out on a starless darkness

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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