A deep blue day dotted with
deep white marks of
dried up rain
bursting with
old depression.
Intermittent drops sing out from the concrete,
their yelps hit you
like the chords of a lone violin
slicing through your brittle skin
with her sharp triumphant chorus.
See yourself sway soft
in a puddle,
break like them.

Look up to the gray and you are
Most alive
in sadness,
hoarding anger and
interminable waiting.
A door in the air cracks.
You take a step back
a few years.

And it will be someone you never expected.

“The entrance”


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