LIQUID DREAMS
Hurrying
You run for shelter
refuge from the rain.
Beside a man selling dreams
your face wet
the umbrella surrenders
to the trickle of passers-by
following a cadence
of illusions, watered down.
Your gaze steady
as your face remains wet
despite the fact
that it is no longer raining.
– rmol 22042009
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