Sky Diving

I look for rain on the stained sidewalk,
where a younger me danced under a cloudless sky.

It is evening again, that same twilight flushed
and dusty as the skin of plums

Always the waxing shadows obviating the known day
into dusky, disremembered dreams

My feet fall heavy as marble
as I trace my footprints home

My footprints, because the cracks and lines
in broken concrete fuse with memories I have claimed

Today, there is nothing left to remember
but the silhouettes of figures passing under streetlamps

Today, blurs the reliable street signs
Set into green, symbols from some ancient tongue.