Wait and See



The rain falls like a returning memory

A grey-scale wash

For nostalgia’s faux-glimmering 

A revelation (that)

The streets were always this way

Only the shadows, the blackly-tattooed wounds

Of experience have changed

Grown deeper

It’s a long fall to the bottom now

Through a cavity run jagged

But the abyssal-depth remains the same

A street-watcher shivers in the dampness of their clothes

The same damp which accompanies each downpour

Another, their eyes sealed firmly shut 

Grits their teeth against their chattering

And claims things didn’t used to be this way