Have you seen the rain in grey Berlin today?

Above the cherry blossom's egg shell trees
where we
engaged in critical ideas at three;
pure white thoughts rippling beneath
miasmas in the asphalt creeks,
primordial, yet still so meek.

The city lights ate hopes with these
canine teeth from West to East,
fluorescent mouth to feed.
Still I am at ease;
about remaining crumbs to keep;
at the border of our fading sleep.
Am I a sheep?

I saw the rain in grey Berlin today,
tomorrow it may be too late.

© fey (15/04/25)