Pregnant puddles swell into labouring pools.
Give birth to muggy streams.
Taking first steps down Queen Street.
Drowning city concrete.
Into city bus stops.
Tides of dirty street water
wash over my shoes.
Young girl's bag soaked by waves
generated by city buses,
Separating and dividing the water's unity.
Hello William,
ReplyDeleteYour Descriptive imagery in this poem is wonderful! I felt like I was right in the heart of the city!
~Grace~
thank you :)I'm really glad you enjoyed it x
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