before it rains again
sidestepping the puddle
where the torn $100 bill lay
the young man smiles at me
as he throws out
the only memory of love
wishy-washy girls
track mud throughout their journey
crushed daisy petals
thrown down the gutter
broken beer bottles
by the blue mountain bike
and a crumpled up yellow note
by the car tracks
as a little girl cries
life offers endearment
false within these actions
on second thought
I'd rather take the rain
