nothing but
halfway emotions
expectedbut never matching expectations
so i look again
to see if something has been missed
like maybe here comes the sun
even if the city is still sleeping
and the constant drizzle
colder than yesterday
the trail is
flooded
in dying
leavesthe stir turns me around
in time to see two rain soaked jackets
walking along the curb
with one bible
the gold
letters gave it away
--- e b bortz
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