April Rain
I walk downtown
but the 50-story rocketships
can't offer peace
like the sleepy April rain
Gray green red violet black
umbrellas
blossom up
as the tasteless drops
swarm earthward onto the pavement
But the concrete, the street signs
can't offer paint
for the newness of approaching spring
The crisply shined windows
can't offer reflection
for the dreamy glow of summer
silently igniting
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