After a rain,

The air is new,

The sky is raw,

The ground collaged by a thousand leaves.

They

Scatter the ground like broken puzzles,

Translucent skies,

Muffled by sounds of cars on distant highways

The monotone broken,

Occasionally,

By an angry howl of a neighbor’s dog

The ground is dark,

Mud seeping through shoes,

For a moment I wonder,

Whose bones they are,

The cold a leech in my bones,

I feel like an ice girl.

An ice girl,

Her cold skin filled with

Pinpricks of rain,

Fragments of sky,

Blown away by the breeze

On cerulean skies

I feel…

indifferent.

Not the bad way,

But

The kind that

troubles are

Washed away,

Away,

Away in that 

Pitter-patter

Tit-tat

Rat-tat

Heartbeat,

Melting into mine.