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Aug 132013
 

by Lou Graves

 

late evening as night

filled the emptiness left

by the day as we rode

in a taxi through the rain

 

her scarred face

more

beautiful than

a broken mirror and

 

her eyes like tiny

planets like mirrors

like little

puddles of rain us

 

holding hands her

hands as

soft as silk and

fingers like feathers with her

 

face turned towards

the window

watching the falling rain

like tears

 

the taxi driver silent and

the radio turned

off with the wipers

breaking the silence and

 

the pitter

patter of the rain

falling like

breathes

 

she was more

beautiful than words could

say her scarred face more

beautiful than a broken mirror