I am with the tire-tracks upon me,
the tapping chorus
of soothing rain in passing,
the cacophonous contact sounds of litter
heading for the curb.
I am burdened with the last remarks of roadkill,
the passing shadows of cloud-like cars.
I am with the yawns of sunrise
and the deep sighs
and the cool-downs of sun-settings.
there is a certain grind to my complexion.
all of these images very studied
and yet still sensing.
I wanted to be the life of a mirror
but opacity has taken its toll.
few will look at me
and reflect upon their life.
sky is my only constant friend.
I live a fantasy life
through the journey of clouds.
and every day I turn another page.
so, what say you,
in passing? . . .
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