I had a dream one night

Of a rainstorm

And dark slick streets

Car lights beaming through fog

Silence except rain

My glasses wet

Droplets splashing the rims

I remove them

To dry on my shirt

I wipe my eyes

My opaque vision clear

The world looks different

Unreal almost

Standing still, staring

Into a static headlight

A bald, sickly figure

Walks through the beams

Turning its scarved neck

Peering through sunken, fogged eyes

Noseless, emotionless

A blue monarch butterfly

Flutters onto its shriveled hand

That grasps a black umbrella

Its eyes are still on me

As it tears off its wings