Dan Martin

THE FIRST SIGHT OF RAIN

Day burns

Night chills

and the hawks of the street search their prey

they hide in shadows

or dark deep sewers below.

Shadows give way to sun

sewers suffocate

and in the silence that follows

can be heard cries among the lost children;

the parents ashamed

run

lock their doors,

hide their faces

at the first sight of rain.

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