Like the raindrops
That fell once on dreamy young windshield
You smiling at my endless sharing
I hear time swing back
The shared food, smoke, drink
Throwing conventions to wind
Abandoning principles to erratic rain
The spelt helpless cross eyes
At honked cars
Morning air a temple
A sincere reaching out
And
beneath it all
Like an eased away betrayal
Like a rain lashed windshield
A broken cracked heart
A broken word beside
A broken self.
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