The streets shimmer
wet with hopes, visions
saturated in reflections
of light and movement
captured in ripples made
Pointillist by the drizzle
the chill seeps into our
bones, the air hung
with necklaces of dew
as we shuffle past one
another trampling the
portraits of our world
stitched into the asphalt
wishing for warmth but
appreciating the balmy
cool for its absence of
heat, hugging our coat
or sweatshirt or sweater
for its breadth, loving
its glowing embrace
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