city gilded silver
and we run to trains
that glide through tunnels,
over highways
and we move
tandem, rhythms
running fast
as raindrops plop on lazy
humans, movement
clumsy
canopies collapsed and waiting
they to enter
skyscrapers slicing sky
and all the little people
looking up
facing toward a million
little
angel tears
forgetting their humanity
in a the quest for certain grace,
drench me,
in this perfect summer rain