Eric Cockrell - Tinged With Oil

sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....

empty cars locked,
rusting in the warmth.
empty bottles, cigarette butts,

and ghosts walking quickly,
going nowhere, leaving a trail
of nothing behind.

stray dogs, beat down stop signs,
people afraid to touch,
much less to feel...

sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....

Eric Cockrell

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