by Gene Novogrodsky
Black street,
Puddles, pooled
Shine white-yellow
In stilled darkness ….
The rain.
Rain of violent departures.
Rain of dark love.
Rain of shut doors.
Knives drip blood.
Lovers stand, look away.
Sealed to passersby.
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