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