A deep blue day dotted with
deep white marks of
dried up rain
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
hoarding anger and
A door in the air cracks.
You take a step back
a few years.
And it will be someone you never expected.