Swirls

We were asleep when it rained on the streets like fine sawdust.The passing cars have sneezed grease bubbles in rain puddles. Feet in rolled trousers will please take care they don’t tread on our rainbows.They are wistful and fragmentary,besides somewhat hallucinatory.

As you walk,your trousers rolled up, please step on the stones and hop skip .As stones shake with indecision, let the swirls be your guide .