sunlight dancing <br />on a puddle of rainwater <br />tinged with oil.... <br /> <br />empty cars locked, <br />rusting in the warmth. <br />empty bottles, cigarette butts, <br /> <br />and ghosts walking quickly, <br />going nowhere, leaving a trail <br />of nothing behind. <br /> <br />stray dogs, beat down stop signs, <br />people afraid to touch, <br />much less to feel... <br /> <br />sunlight dancing <br />on a puddle of rainwater <br />tinged with oil....<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tinged-with-oil/
