A visit in the cold rain
emotion on the face
dripping down like tears
the knuckles knock
The door doesn't open
thus the umbrella remains spread
The cherry blossom hasn't opened
winter and old age glue thoughts together
A curtain flops from the window
The door opens hosts faces are radars
monitors reading every sign
you have been evaluated
They make a polite excuse
leave you out in the mist and rain
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