Peering through the rainon a dirty windshield,
I vaguely sense
that there is color there
though what it might convey
is lost on me;
I'm just looking for a phone booth --
one last chance to call for help
before the total inundation.
Perhaps I need
to turn my wipers on
and thrust away
all these unfortunate distortions
I've been accumulating
-- all unconsciously --
Quick! Before it clouds up again:
what's that I see?
Could it be exactly
what I was searching for;
distorted by my own misperceptions?
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