Cool Running In Rain
Drizzles ice
up when I run
naked
it touches me
through my shirt.
Sweat
is water plus salt.
Sprayed on ice,
I can't tell the difference.
I pass the window of a house
reflection
I touch it
through my shirt.
Slowmo
my head replays
a side view of me crashing
melting ice.
I need to apologize so
we touch
through my shirt.
Copyright © Jimmy Qin | Year Posted 2016
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