CLEANING UP

Rain waxes the sidewalk to

an earthly shine.  Black clouds

spell out a beating.  Rivers open their

mouths.  Streams pray to grow.

Umbrellas begin to appear, preparing

to spring into action.  Women begin

to hurry for cover.  Men walk as if

the sun were shinning.  Kids splash

the anger out of puddles.  Eyes look

down to the regular paths followed.

The bones of shoes catch a separate

motion for each of the travelers.

A little rain won’t hurt you, a lot of it

will kill you.

 

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