finished

Nov 26, 2007 20:09

sit on the pavement and let the rain pour on you, your jacket soaked and refracting streetlights, washes of blue and orange on the wet pavement. stare at the rain, the pavement, passing cars. wipe a cold, wet palm across your face, watch drops of water bead slowly on your hood, drip onto your damp legs. look over at the stretch of concrete beside ( Read more... )

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lingxiaxiou November 27 2007, 23:33:58 UTC
The last line spoken
bye the standing man
to the one who is sitting - plotting, thinking, however he can
Succintly sums up the plan

I drink my tea//
and watch the snow dampen the windy world
while filling out my passport

and you watch the flow of light dance off of puddles and onto ...
shiny cars passing by in a whirl
Whirlpool

different folks
same cold weather
boy meets girl
then...

boy meets world
and vice versa.

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