Maria Schmitt - Melting

The light from the streelamps
was golden and dripping
running down and bleeding into the rain
on the streets.

The road and the rain
were melting together -
a puddle of dreams,
unconstrained.

The car's tires nearly drowned
as I made my way through,
hands off the wheel,
swim now.

The yellow and black melted
into one form
shapeless and lineless -
only confusion.

The pools of dreams I left behind there
on the road
yellow and dripping,
silently await my return.

Maria Schmitt

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