slipping away
the wet twilight
of an autumn evening
traffic blaring
hunched bodies dampened
under useless umbrellas
pacing the puddled pavement
as storefronts shine in the dusk
this moment like
a drop of water
holding millions of living
particles in suspension
beginning to trickle down
the curb to the sewer grating
wet-legged I stand on the corner
to watch this instant
slipping away
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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