The Light, the Wet Streets

Rain today. Although I don’t often get to New York, I thought about it this afternoon, the light, the wet streets.

In this Rain

Red traffic light
glistens on the taxi’s
golden hood,
on the dark pavement

like heat.
All is still.
Engines rest,
eggs in their nest –

then the green light,
the rumble
and pulse.
The street

teems
with life.
Everything heaves,
everything.

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One thought on “The Light, the Wet Streets

  1. Good poem. I’m ashamed to say, however, the first thing I thought was, who the heck would stand out in the street to take that picture??? o_O (Btw, I’m not quite finished with PHM. I’ve been beta reading a novel for a friend and it needs to be done for a publish date of Dec. 15th. Nearly done with her book though. Am anxious to finish yours.)

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