Rain drops
fall through
orange light
The ink which
circles wanted adds
runs
Inked tears
which could be
Brushed into a swan
and fly away
Blocked drains
Bubble
Like a shit souffle
Sheltering under a ledge
With a neon noodle sign
Flickering blue
like a fly trap
Watching the rain
falling
stippling
and puddling.
Just waiting for someone to come.
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