Silver Street
down a little further
here you are
silver
dotted by rain caressing you back playing with your skin
making you turn your face away as you smile

I look up to the sky
rain drops falling onto my face
you are paler then I thought
paler then I had imagined you
paler then the sky
pale opaque light silver

as I look at you I see you change
a scant of yellow arrives on your surface
dark olive emerges from deep down

where is the nutmeg from yesterday?
where is the black pepper the white pepper
the warm vanilla from days ago?

is it that you don't hold on to it?
don't hold on to anything?
just let it pass through you
with you being the passage without color?








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