In sweeping rain
he was swept through streets
in a taxi turning with thoughts
he had not yet learned to express.
Windows can shield
from more than just the weather.
In unswept rain
he was sweeping through streets
that had not yet soaked him,
had not yet drained him
on the storms that were settling
under the shade of summer.
He was a spring in the bloom
in the shadow of a back seat,
speeding through streets
already stained with too many winters.
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The last line was touching. ❤️
Thank you for reading
Always beautiful. Your posts are always so touching and provocative.
Thank you Alison. Hope you survived the Flemish leg of the tour 🤗
It was wonderful. Going to go back without an organized tour, I think.
Quite right too! Getting lost alone is often better than getting lost on an organized tour
Always better, I’d think.