Three Days Untouched

Rain arrives.
Umbrella silent.
An unsaid joke.

Graffiti fades on brick,
layers of forgotten stories.

Pigeons scatter,
grasping for scraps.

Driver adjusts the mirror,
searching.

Light filters through bottles.
A stranger's weary hand.

Cold coffee at the bus stop,
rain tracing tales on asphalt.

Cats find refuge,
as city inhales.

A fabric unravels.

Mornings whisper,
lives interwoven unseen.

The world spins by,
careless of those observing.

Pain and beauty merge,
as the rain falls.

--Vera