The rain washed the streets clean.
I walked with a clear mind
that reflected everything --
A walking mirror, I surveyed the city.
I met her on the corner,
looking in a bookstore window.
Finding her, I found
I was looking for someone to walk with.
Her reflection shimmered in the window
I reflected on its beauty.
Together we walked in the falling mist --
one glimmering avenue and another --
We walked arm in arm, with open eyes
Reflecting each other,
Walking mirrors of the day.