The road; wet hair

slicked back and smoothened,

by long, grey fingers.

Air like silk sheets,

moves smoothly between sleeping bodies,

touching, lifting,

calming frightened voices,

waves rising and falling in the moonlight,

lamplight illuminates a small puddle,

shimmering, clear,

shining wetly

against the blackness of the road.

--By Yue Lin, 'Night after rain.'

Dedicated to Des in memory of that rainy day.

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