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Voices of the Rain
The voices of the rain
like pedlars in the street,
sheltering in a doorway
I listen... then the voices
move on and in their place
is the silence of betrayals
and the misty shapes
of things once loved
I step out into the street
and my footsteps call
out to each other
left step to right step
comforting each other
as they bear their burden
of unsellable things....
each step is a shaft
of rain in a downpour
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