Rain-slick road, running cold
street-side washes reflecting echoes
shimm’ring images, nameless faces;
Blacktop oil-slick beckons
the fires are lit, a pedestrian hit
stories, all stories, written in rain.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: August 14th, 2025 12:51
- Category: Unclassified
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