The Rain on Canal

The rain on Canal is especially grey
It makes the cabs look like yellow streams of light
I lost my umbrella again
Left it somewhere on 16th and 9th
The icy cold rain is pounding on me
My black dress dragging heavier with each step
I shiver
I walk past the men of the ivory coast
All huddled and whispering
They open their mouths to speak but all I see is fog
No Rolexes, no Guccis, Chanels or Pradas
I’m free to pass today
I walk past the art store that I use to love going to
The one with the musky smell and creaky staircases
I walk past all the tourists with their skinny strap flip flops
Confused about what to do in the rain
I walk past the Chinese ladies with their fanny packs
Smiling and laughing
Relieved that they get a break from the rain
I shiver
That was enough for me


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