Rainwashed Streets

Careless feelings wash
casually down in satin rivers
as I sit thinking of you.
Images flash and form like
a flickering candle
set near a drafty window.
Pictures made of small
words and many flavors
of yesterdays and their secrets.
All of them I feel
for the pleasure again
are of you.
Small jigsaws of lost
pieces claim a fuzzy
part in this play.
hosts that
I welcome eagerly.
I coax recognition and
squint scenes into being
whole for the tasting.
And when all has
been sampled I find
the candle still burning.

 

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