“The Rain”

As rain bouncing doth reflects

The chills in my soul.

All smells I detect –

Fetid, putrid, foul.

A man sits staring listless

From a distant bus bench,

Whose crook’d smile confess

A bent thirst to quench.

Beneath yonder light glimmers

Revealing strangeness.

Humming beard trimmers

On bloated skin bleeds.

Echoes in deaf’ning stillness

Clamors and clangs now

As I am witness

To the ebb and flow.

– July 9, 2013