Standing in a puddle
I let the cool rain water soak into my shoes
Drowsy dispassion, whatever it is, I stare into the echo of ripples
Head hung, hands in my pockets
Water drips from the brim of my cap
I see a few cars drive by. It feels lazy, slow, hazy, unusual
A blurred moment in time
Blue inside, I spill out violet, tiring
Willowy women sway softly in my eyes
Lulling me away, off to distant hillsides, off into a cemetery,
Whispering eternity
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