tuesday and wednesday
ominous clouds open
subduing the streak of humanity
and painting the roads with a thin sheet of rain
once opaque asphalt, now a blurred mirror
into which the skyline melts,
a runny mascara of gleam and gold
cascading on the odd days of glorious sorrow
picture the backlights, behold the city signs
liquefied streams of concrete and steel.
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Life, love, logic, and the lack thereof in the city. ©
