it made water falls
on septa steps
it made ponds
on curb and street
it dripped from my hood
on to my face
it broke through brick
on the square
pushed and surged
relentless sheets
it made the city slick
and gorged over
on septa steps
it made ponds
on curb and street
it dripped from my hood
on to my face
it broke through brick
on the square
pushed and surged
relentless sheets
it made the city slick
and gorged over
pin pricks of cold on my skin
transparent veins of liquid on my windows
racing eachother to the bottom
the windows are crying for the gray city sky