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Midnight Reflections of the Rainwalker by Mark Barrett
from Legacy 2006
Midnight Reflections of the Rainwalker
by Mark Barrett
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Neon light glare, declaring
vacancies, cheap cigarettes and live nudes.
Dismal reflections in shallow pools of stagnating water
shine amidst the oil-slick rainbows.
Memories fall like raindrops and
are held for an instant but
all too soon they slip away
along the crease lines of
weathered and calloused hands,
disappearing into the fabric of time.
They are yet retained as vague intangibles
that return in a chemically induced haze and
proceed to make their way through the mist,
diluted and weak but still present and
falling all around like dew
on the early morning grass.
By 10 a.m.,
they too,
will succumb to the heat.
The suns glare will push them back to
an inner, empty place
where they will accumulate
until my clouded mind is so full,
I will be forced to release them,
unleash them,
re-bleach them and
push them deeper still.
