I know i'm not a saint <br /> but i might be your martyr <br />even if just for a moment. <br /> <br />stranger my eyes to you <br /> <br /> the ambience of two hollow <br />tabernacles passing in <br />silence under heavy raindrops. <br /> <br /> our reflections caught in <br />the window of a coffee shop <br /> next to the old church <br /> on 11th and clay <br /> <br /> you lifted your head to <br /> exchange the glance <br /> that said i don't know you either. <br /> <br />a few more steps past the window <br /> and then there was only <br /> silence and cracked pavement.<br /><br />nathan martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rainy-portland/
