What Influences Me As my feet patter through the rain What I see Is what I become. A cormorant on a post Still life Unmoving Even as I pass a discarded sofa. The stains mixed with the holes Made by who or what? A walk through the dark side Over a bridge to a park Where a Latino family greets Us with “Hola, comas estas?” I see dog walkers pause On pristine lawns. Mothers push blush prams With newborns cuddled in softness. As the rain pours down I see myself reflected in a puddle, A silhouetted mushroom cap, Protector of a leprechaun.
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