After the rain in Manhattan

 

June 5, 2013

 

The street vibrates with the hum of rush hour traffic this evening in early June,

It hums in my head and bones, a vibration I feel tingle over my skin, kissing my cheeks with the warm air, rubbing against my thighs with my pants legs as I stride down the block from the subway.

The drip of recent rain drips inside of me like Chinese torture, echoing in my head like a wish I canít make come true. The unexpected burning heat only vanquished for the brief time of the rain fall, leaving behind a heavy, moist air full of heavier sighs, from which I still need relief.

 

 


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