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When I hope it will snow,
it rains
I’m outside
waiting for the bus
in the dark
and my knee hurts.
It doesn’t snow, of course.
It rains relentlessly
and the streets flood
and the cars splash gritty water at me
as they race by.
When I wish it would
snow
it rains
and when it rains
I am
always alone.
RDP: RAIN
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There are times
when I don’t want to capture a dream
and trap it in a cage of words
I don’t want t chain it to an idea,
a thought a sight
sound or smell.
There are times when I want to
let them fly, or crash
sometimes I want to let my dreams
just
live.
Photo A.M. Mosocoso
You look like a ghost
sound like a ghost
haunting the corner of my eye
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I turn my head to find you
not there,
gone
as if you never were
Vilhelm Hammershøi
Were you
not a ghost
or were you
never near?
Like my sanity?
Were you ever here?
