Escape the Rain

Escape the Rain

 

Plastic roses cling

To the windows of a small cafe,

While on the street

Sugary hearts melt in the rain,

Making streams of pastel

Run across the black.

 

You sit behind those

Transparent roses

Watching the hearts

Being stepped on

By people trying,

Trying to escape the rain.

 

Whose hearts are they?

No one knows.

Some angel must've lost them.

Bound hand and foot,

Their wings refusing to spread.

Laying in the pale rivers

Black ribbons criss-crossing

Wings stained with blood.

 

Bite back your tears

And finish what you've done.

The clink of change falling

Into the jar

And the doorbell's noise

Echo in your mind

As you leave for home.

 

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Date that I wrote the poem: 2-11-2004

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