indifferent to the rain
walking with silent footsteps
among a sea of bobbing umbrellas
the rain is life itself
coming down and
moistening
clothes and hair and face.

walking and thinking

"why must we all be tortured
souls? the seas are shooting
at our feet today
to make us dance
in wildly beautiful patterns.
but we enjoy eachothers'
patterns
more than they..."

stopping in a forest
from nowhere and everywhere
seeing a girl
and just watching
her
("because the human creature
is an insatiable voyeur," he told me)

she was bound by
guitar.piano.violin
strings
and she looked back
with sad eyes
but seemingly happy
only to think
of ways
to break free.

tasting music like
red wine
leaving a stain
to be mulled over later

the streets and
rain and
umbrellas returned
seeing in the clouds the girl and
sad eyes shotting at out feet and
why?
(he told me,
"you can never be my
salvation...")