find me in the rain
find me not,
in the string like drench
where everyone looks the same
thinking a lot and walking amid the haste,
lumbering grays sliding over my head, and shades of
purple moving through my heart, not unlike the
nomads of tremont st.
...within the striking rain and gathering puddles I'm alone
with all of you, and not...
thinking...a lot, and walking as much feeling everything painful
and weighing being washed from the top of my head to where
the soles of my boots meet the city streets...
like a murder of crows they feel the need to scatter, to shield
or shelter yourselves
from the rain, the urgency makes sense for a moment...
whether i walk, whether i run, i revel no less in the midst,
find me in the rain, find me not.