Perspectives

Perspectives

She is the light of street lamps

reflecting off of puddles,

A shadow of brightness

 that lingers into a starburst.

Droplets that swirl with oil

 to create rainbows in the mud of the gutter.

Always shining,

 even when fog tries to take away the sun.

He is a suit

 with a mouth of a kings salesman.

Alluring with his promises

 of a better product and of a better future.

He paints pictures

Only in blue.

Always of the past and pain.

His suit has holes.

She cries over his cotton.

He talks over the phone.

She explains her rainbows.

He whispers, “I’m saying bye.” Aside

A woman laughs.

He never looked at the puddles.