shalmanassar

As the rain does what it can to wash the city’s sins away, I drive through watching the puddles fill up and then drain away again like resolutions lost and inhibitions won.  Sometimes the rain slows enough to see the skyline and crystal reflection from the neon of Broadway as I talk with the business guys who are only in town for a night, but that night must include a honky-tonk misadventure, and the tourists who’ve flown around the world and landed in this small place just in time to see the rain as our wet winter winds up to its beginning. Over the murky, quick river with swirling black eddies gobbling the rain and getting fat