A man with round hat and raincoat cover
walks in the rain
walks for a night
and a waiting woman.
He has whiskey in his bones
and the sadness of a valley in his sudden broken eyes.
His motives have seen solitude in findings,
so now he just passes through,
floats in parallel flows.
But the intimacy scares him
to be seen by a warm eye
and to dissolve in someone’s repetition.
Somewhere a spider spreads the web
only for his hunger.
The man crosses a road and stops by the lost light.
He enters through the open gate and walks through the erased garden.
The door seems lenient
and there’s the woman whose presence has a sound and she listens to the used rain.
I have seen the man more in his absence,
i have seen the exchange of invisible worlds.
The man is a time himself
and he always goes for a dive into the trench of extremes.

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Photograph: Min Chen

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