Tonight is for the rain
and the songs in my head.
The drip
drip drip of the down spout
as my book
lies unread.
I gaze out the
window
through
kaleidoscope streaks
at cars as
they mingle
on
cellophane streets.
Don’t-give-a-shit kids
laugh and
splash
at the umbrella
headed businessmen’s
fifty yard dash.
Shiny chrome
ladies
in
impractical shoes
play high-stakes
hopscotch,
they are
destined to lose.
The
brownstones look down
with their
square yellow eyes
at twilight
reflected
in mud
puddle skies.
Impetuous lovers,
stopping to
kiss,
wear streetlight
halos
extolling the
mist.
The tree
branches bend
in a
courtier’s bow.
Respect for the
drizzle!
The rain is
King now.
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