Maria Schmitt


Melting - Poem by Maria Schmitt

The light from the streelamps
was golden and dripping
running down and bleeding into the rain
on the streets.

The road and the rain
were melting together -
a puddle of dreams,
unconstrained.

The car's tires nearly drowned
as I made my way through,
hands off the wheel,
swim now.

The yellow and black melted
into one form
shapeless and lineless -
only confusion.

The pools of dreams I left behind there
on the road
yellow and dripping,
silently await my return.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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