She stands in a puddle with

No shoes on her feet, umbrella inside out, still

skirting the street. Cobbled rocks gleam

black diamond dams,

She stands, hand raised and smiling

So sweetly a greeting, with jeans

dark, hair dripping black tears so terribly those

Trees beating their trunks stop

for a second, so solemn and

Lose the leaves of their years. They thud,

she splashes,

But nobody hears.