Carla Y.

The Paris Street: A Rainy Day

What 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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