Raining, as they
said it would,
since before dawn.
I hear it splash
between tires and
asphalt, as cars
rush past our
corner. Maple & 8th.
A corridor with
young Hispanic mothers
and strollers.
Today they will
walk with umbrellas.
Maybe the ones who
can will stay in.
Mothers with school
age children will
lack that choice, and
will do their best
to huddle their brood
beneath the bumper shoot.
To no avail.