in the night
it rained words
you could hear them
bouncing off the window
in no particular order
next morning
we heard whispering
from the gutters
as they ran away downhill
spiralling
through gratings
on their way back
to the sea
leaving behind them
puddles in
the potholes in
the road reflecting
whole worlds like Russian novels
.
Dominic Rivron
Picture Nick Victor
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