© by K. Ceres Wright
The rains pool into a glassy surface,
Reflect undulating neon, and
Mingle with the day’s hue-laden castoffs.
The just dash pell-mell, spattering iridescence
Amidst anguish, fear, and doubt
Mingled with mirth and clever make-shifted unfoldings.
The unjust slide under streetlamps
Ensconced in arid sterility
Mingling rutting and world-building.
The Dwellers part, each knowing
Time favors the tested.