City Streets

November 11, 2011
Pounding rain on city streets
Slips across abandoned seats.
Everyone's been whisked away
To peck alone at piles of work,
Even as does the darkness lurk,
Even as does the patience fray.

A child lays, dressed by the grass,
Innocent of all things crass.
Drops of dew paint his face
With unfading wonder.
As the sky echoes thunder,
He is free of monotony's trace.

Hail falls now onto the road,
Eclipsing prints from those that strode
Through pounding rain on city streets.
Now they are jerked to and fro,
As if in some great puppet show,
To opredestined fates meet.

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