FINDING SPACE

A sympathetic rain washed

the face of the street.

Parked cars, asleep and cold

lined the street.

Buildings with lighted towers

reached into low clouds.

Gray shadows feel lazily over sidewalks.

 

Umbrellas mushroomed up,

into weaving patterns,

forming a covenant between

head and heaven.

 

A fair wind lifted fallen newspapers

and hats while shoes splashed

into puddles making the morning city

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