Carla Y. The Paris Street: A Rainy DayWhat a crowd for a day like this! All in pairs Business partners and lovers All done up in drab dresses and suits Darker shades than the cloud A single mass of purple-gray
Umbrella shields wielded Unnecessarily, maybe What if she wants to get wet? Not even the shadow can hide The glow of her pearls The curve of her upper lip, contorting into a smile
The streets love the rain, crave the rain Crave the slickness of it Shining black and silver-white And the way it fills them Between the cobblestone cracks Completing the road
The airy green hides their shine A copper that once was On lamps that won’t shine either Not yet, at least It’s not quite dark enough At least, not yet…
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