Heavy rain provides
a clean canvas,
that rarest of chances
to wander from the
well worn path,
to wash like watercolors
from a rainbow.
Fresh tracks,though,
follow the trails
they always have,
believing the single stories,
never venturing into
the space carved
by walking toward those
souls we don’t yet know.
The freshness fades,
and with it this
chance to be
someone bigger.
Categories: Poetry