Sadder Than Anything

An umbrella moves

through the rain

and in between each drop

emptiness

Morning’s broken light

far from the sun

trips over the rooftops

into the wind’s mouth

passes

over my eyes

and I hear footsteps

alone on the sidewalk

alone in the rain

only to stop and wait

for a dream or a green light

Then time passes

even darker

and from the sidelines

a burly boom

of far-off thunder

Raindrops tangle in my hair

raindrops sadder than anything

Neruda has written

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from my sixth book-length manuscript

©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved 

"Sadder Than Anything" was first published in

'The Recusant' (U.K.)