Neon Rain

Poem by Linda J Wolff

After the rain,

neon frames blur a

stigma of the night.

Umbrellas, and I, repelled,

the shear chill

and degrading disparage cast.

The succession of pitch, how it

connects and I, omitted the

mannerism of its intentions.

I, thrust aside a

shift of emotions,

walking softly lifting

feet and the stigma of pain.

neon rain | Linda J Wolff