When we were asleep it rained on the streets like fine sawdust.The passing cars have sneezed grease bubbles in rain puddles.
Feet in rolled trousers take care you don’t tread on our rainbows.They are wistful and fragmentary besides somewhat hallucinatory.
While you walk, trousers rolled up,step on the stones and hop skip as stones shake with indecision and let the swirls be your guide .
