Rain takes the neon and strings it in the street.
Pink, then green, then a color with no name.
We walk through it as if the city
were teaching us how to shine without asking.
Umbrellas tilt. The gutters keep the extra light.
Rain takes the neon and strings it in the street.
Pink, then green, then a color with no name.
We walk through it as if the city
were teaching us how to shine without asking.
Umbrellas tilt. The gutters keep the extra light.