Dawn through the mist
a whispered good morning, softer than a lover’s goodbye kiss
leaf caught rain drops waiting to fall
footsteps muffled in the leaves below.
Yesterday, rainbow cast by the lowering sun
rain washed city framed
I thought there’d be something more
empty bus stops,
hooded passersby, hurrying
and I walk past, let them go on
never call out, never say,
“Buenos dias, cariño,” or ask,
“Brother, is there another way?”
Keep on walking, always hoping to find,
same set of steps,
never the same journey twice.