Friday, October 5, 2012


Shower trickles
Then drizzle 
turned to rain.

The wind gets stronger
and leaves move in 
swirling patterns.

Cargo trucks pass by,
creating splashes
and mist.

Mexican music flow,
and a barely touched dessert
by the restaurant's window

It's a cycle,
   the rainfall,
       the wind,
            the vehicles
 the music and the food

I am the odd one out
In this place,
In this cycle.

I do not belong here.
I belong to you
But where were you??

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