Shanghai

Shanghai

eyes meet eyes with flicks
prickled unreadable
smiles while shoes wet
under wind mangled
umbrellas shed their tears to
wipe the city with fleeting
glimpses of the chains
that bind us to comforts
of my shoes blue and
your shoes red splash from street
to street whose rain cries
passions that shudder
open blink closed

Anne La Berge
September 2013