gutter is riverbed - waiting for rain
-the umbrella blossom.
Pour Down.
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,
likewise,
play sheepdog
when storm clouds break.
assume a sudden unity of purpose.
Water yields.
The road's quite elegant camber gently guides the rain to gutters
where joyful rivers run.
lithe leaves
skid
over
slick meiscus
litter leaps in the rapids,
caught by the current
submits.
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
sliding
down the gutters to drainpipes
the drainpipes all working together
each
hid
ing
a
waterfall.
all tributaries
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,
then out
into sun and a wider channel, a yet grander tributary
famous perhaps
its stately passage to the sea
celebrated in song and verse
accepting the tribute of many tributaries
to live within you
as one
my self
given up
unto your greater self
till time comes
for river to pay tribute to sea
take up the salt load.
big ocean
osprey
pursuit of happyness.
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