Illusions
Illusions
Reflections from rain washed pavements
perform their own experiments.
The red tail lights of passing cars
become a myriad crimson stars.
The gaudy hues of neon lights
break down into component parts
which swirl and change then re unite
Impressionistic modern arts.
Which when disturbed by passing feet
can quickly change and re arrange
into new patterns which compete.
Producing effects rare and strange.
But few see this phenomenon
which briefly shows, as quickly gone.
26-Oct-07
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