Against the Sun

How can this city stand so gaunt on a sunny day
Hard and exposed
Yesterday, in the rain, it leaked with beauty
Character even
Was it the soft blur
The sleek distortion of these hollow cracks
Baptized for the day
Purity has flown into the sewers
Leaving the trash heap sins of man
Bare before my steps
Puddles lie abandoned
Getting muddied every moment,
Holy water turned murky
We leap to avoid their sordid blessings
Eyes turned from the sun
Ashamed to admit preference of pious precipitation


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