The photo


Queer stuff: your image in the picture still
Under a rainy mist, your raincoat ajar
A doorway leading to what, seen from afar
Random heads, bikes, scooters going downhill

A lone rider blazes his way up the street
Not heeding the flow, whom he might meet

The far away photo: an auspicious start
In time became real-but a movie portending
Not to be (so often) the Hollywood ending
Even so a memory locked in my heart

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