romance is a kind of sonder
a car sped past
splashed me
chased the rain
the puddle rippled
a single wave
in its wake
settled between
tell-tale drops
fingers on the table
this is a prophecy
this is hydromancy
it tells me my train has arrived
descend
into the
station
feel stone pressing down on me like a held breath
standing between
two strangers
is you
and your smile
when you
see me
here
You take my hand
Let’s go get coffee
Up the stairs
Past the puddle
I am running late
But the rain is so warm
Inlandia: A Literary Journey 