Rain in new york
The wet sends
Shivering
The few scampering
For shelter
Umbrellas hardly
Holding back the rain
Pools along curbs
Wait for the errant
Footstep
The sliding streets blacker
Washed dirt that never
Retreats, a slickly visible
resonace
Traffic never ceases
Life hunkers shoulders hunched
The night homesick
For dry twilight
A memory balmy
And out of reach
Except for the waiting
And the promise
The wet won't
Always hold us captive
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