gutter is riverbed - waiting for rain
-the umbrella blossom.
All at once
The rain reveals the city's hidden geometry.
As the hills usher the water to the river
so each of the city's slopes,
all of its
various curves and convexities, grooves and gullies,
when storm clouds break.
assume a sudden unity of purpose.
The road's quite elegant camber gently guides the rain to gutters
where joyful rivers run.
litter leaps in the rapids,
caught by the current
All the drainpipes are working together.
The rooves work with the drainpipes.
All the rooves are working together.
down goes the rain, falling on the rooftops
flowing down the rooftops, slipping over tiles
down the gutters to drainpipes
the drainpipes all working together
the rain seeks the sea
find the black water of underground rivers
find the storm drain. the storm drain leads to the sea by way of the black water
the cold black tunnels and cold black water,
into sun and a wider channel, a yet grander tributary
its stately passage to the sea
celebrated in song and verse
accepting the tribute of many tributaries
to live within you
unto your greater self
till time comes
for river to pay tribute to sea
take up the salt load.
pursuit of happyness.