After the Rain
The gloomy storm brightens drab city streets,
leaving mirror puddles on cold black tar
cleansing red blood from curbs of violence,
fetid odors of stale fomented beer.
The sweat of the city evaporates,
invading nostrils like a down hill sewer
inhaling, a gutter gully gusher.
Steam bellows forth in systematic bursts,
aborting unwanted vapor pressure
in subterranean tunnel caverns
from pitted, porous, perforated pipes.
The city bathes itself in acid rain
scoring concrete, etching brick, eating flesh.
This cities' long needed bath is last seen
floating away, skimming old power lines
toward the next open manhole in its path.
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