rain has knitted the city

rain has knitted the city
a wet cardigan
the wind proves pushy
and snatches at umbrellas

going against wind
is like probing the paranormal
your hair blows more than backward
like Achilles’ winged heel
you strive against the invisible

extra steps are politely added
to the shoppers’ laden trolleys
businessmen’s grim collars
appear polka-dotted

most people’s inclination
is to remain indoors
an embryo of wetness
surrounds a bubbled warmth

going back after rain
is like being reborn
the air is crisp like celery sticks
but won’t be eaten

 

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3 Responses to rain has knitted the city

  1. moonskittles says:

    I can picture that hair line so well.. the death of me when it rains. 🙂

    Like

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