Bus Rain

Enveloped in the etched glass

Falling forward at a speed we

Have become accustomed to


The diamond hug

Of persistent sky

Blossomed in the droplet

Cursing as it crashes

The concrete

Knows no better love

Than your feet,

And the splash.


The bark is displaced in

The wreckage of your hair

The tips kissing your neck

Breaching your air

Tumble down, sweet cloud

The embrace is gray

And who was wet that ever said

Colorless lacks grace?


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