Today After Rain

Today after rain
the streets are bare
and smell only of dust.
The ser­vice sta­tion is bro­ken
and the cars sleep like bod­ies of bee­tles
pinned in line by the care­ful
hand of an entomologist.
The sky opens like a cab­i­net
and inside there is blue
but then quickly
clouds move and the door
slams shut. A col­lapse
of black on the ground
and down each street
there is no [...]

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