I am stained with streetlights
and rain-glazed mcadam
a damp changling in this vibrant night
As I wade, greyed grayed grasses give way tickling
Katydids converse, the pale arms of sycamore
scumble shadows around me
A culvert gurgles couplets, Hiaku
in the soft patter of droplets as wind stirs in wet leaves
Overhead the clouds burn by moon sparks
in the sultry mysterious dark.
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