Thursday, October 8, 2009
the smoothness of oil
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls,
Slant lines of black rain
In front of the up and down, wet stone sides of buildings.
Below,
Greasy, shiny, black, horizontal,
The street.
And over it, umbrellas,
Black polished dots
Struck to white
An instant,
Stream in two flat lines
Slipping past each other with the smoothness of oil.
"Afternoon Rain In State Street," Amy Lowell
[State Street at Madison Street]
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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