Running Tears
Transparent footstepsrhyme with the pavement,
opaque rain obscuring vision
of anything worthwhile.
Outnumbered moisture
writhes and snakes
its way down the grey
glass reflection.
How can outside be inside?
the tear manufacturer
alerted, brings water
to the well of humanity.
I think too much.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-07-31 at 13:10
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