i was walking in the rain
my lily hopes profanely stained
trying to keep my thoughts on the train of sanity
my fingers numbly freezing,
walking over concrete that just centuries ago was clover,
trying too hard not to get run over
(wasn't the same part of me that
had just been comfortable
in a decadent coffee and bagel house)
i made it through the rain
arrived at the public library
and have somehow found the drive
to type this a third alive
children, i warn you against the bottle
