Wet streets

when i walk
'neath clouded skies
on colored morning days
i lose myself
before i've gone
too far into the haze
the blades of grass
are rainbow pearled
reflecting summer hues
the lengthy shadows
stretch away
into the greens and blues
with beaded brow
and dampened hair
i walk the sultry streets
and see my face
in mirrored pools
so strange and incomplete. . .

1975