like fish

street lighting like silver fish
quicksilver
back to back
leave little puddles of rain
resplendent in the sodium
feet fall forward over cobbles
mirror reflections
quicksilver
boot heels leave tread marks
water gathers in pools
like fish in the dead light
like fish in the night light
we move into retro
past moving faces that fall at our feet
reflections of pale ghosts
wan in the street light
like silver fish in puddles
rippled and contorted
beyond and behind
the rain cascades into
pools and spills that
reflect our faces
dead faces in sodium
quicksilver like silver fish