It’s Raining in the City

It’s Raining in the City

Street stories from old city like
meetings in aisles of Aldi that got
left behind and so I let it happen;
in red – neon nights sprawl forth –
a forgotten portrait, dust in a moment,
bursts open in green midday getaways
full of South Street spirits that, in the
moonlight, just past midnight, through
indigo slivers, Philly shivers into
moments that mattered- As she,
the only witness to history,
in its entirety, whispers desperate and desolate warnings
to a world that doesn’t know its supposed to listen

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