The Rain Shadow...

Alone in a dark City of Roses...
Finding time to wander in the rain and find my reflection in the endless puddles.

 The dead coffee houses, the crowded burrito joints, city streets heavy with homeless.

Black skeletons, cold knuckles, cascading of hungry thoughts...

Opulence, cold shadows. Searching, waiting... The slipped starlight, vacant sunshine.  The rain shadow, the tilted verticality, again supine, and the warmth of your touch... Soon.
Images/words ©Bennett Barthelemy