The morning was made dark by rain,
waterfalls of ice and blackness,
pounding the concrete shelters and shrouding trees.
The afternoon light was pale, washed and tired,
the buildings were stained with brown,
the birds restless for light.
On the wall was a picture of China,
a dark blue lake walled by mountains, snow capped,
foreground, houses among the pines and rocks.
Distant arcs of space and time.
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