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Posted by MFish

Slap, slap, slap,
The very rhythmic sound
Of wiper blades, in action.
Dark clouds overhead,
Rain, pelting the windshield,
Bouncing off the roadway.
Fast moving automobiles,
Throwing spray from tires,
Reflecting lights from
Streetlights, up above.
Eerie lights and shadows,
Appear and disappear, quickly,
As the humming tires, make me sleepy.
Taillight's, bright reflections
Haloed, in the spray,
Brake lights, even brighter,
Cautions drivers to slow down.
Entering the city,
The softness, gives way
To a harsh, strong,
Structured, towers,
Erupting from the ground.

A midnight meeting; a rendezvous,
A quiet setting, for me and you.
Excitement as blood coursed thru my veins.
The sight of your beauty still remains
Locked in back of this aged mind,
Recalling you. Your exotic way,
To this day, I must now praise,
The friendship, that was ours to choose.
Still remains here, win or lose.

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