Journey through 57th Street
The vast grey sheet seems
to call to her--- they are coming.
A few droplets break free and then
Liberation!
She is mesmerized by their power
as the dreams on the souls
of her feet guide her,
through the dark, alluring alley
They sting now as they hit her flesh;
envious that she has changed their
known destiny. The bitter, foolish,
droplets latch onto her skin as they sink in,
sending their chilling revenge to her very core;
they think they can stop her.
Yet her feet, small as they are, continue to stride
to the upbeat hopes ticking away in her heart
as the drumming of the rain harmoneously ties,
& tries to weigh her down.
Her indifferent saviors know not of the icy kiss
nor fear holding her captive. They trudge along
bound in their fresh leather innocence trying to
squander the enemy. Splish splosh splash.
Keep your head up high, darling.
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