Umbrella drops and

she is revealed, like a rose opening

petals or a veil that is lifted, and she emerges.

In the rain she is beautiful, when every-

thing runs together, trees, branches, fallen petals and the

barbed wire fence but no matter,

she is here and you are here and through the glass wall

you see her you hear her,

through the glass wall she is real in every way except!

Except you cannot touch her, is she really

here?

 

For now you press your palm against

hers through the glass and hope,

you hope that one day, she will be more than a fleet-

ing dream.

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