High Heels and Umbrellas
In the thirsty darkness you lie
awake listening
to a hundred
taps on your
window as you
fall to sleep.
A river of
umbrellas
floats by in the dark
past your curtains:
people come and go
in heels like rain
that cut away at the street.
You are a stranger
and they are strangers:
the world is upside-down.
You are cold.
You hide under the
sheets like women hiding
under umbrellas
out in the pouring rain.
1 comment:
the come and go line made me think of prufrock :)
and OMG my word verify is verse!
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