Up and down the aching blocks I walk with eyes lit with wonder.
The rain comes down in foggy wind-wisps that refract the lightness of the cool October sky.
The grays and whites that Van-Gogh swirl over our heads are gently hinting of a Fall downpour.
The comfortable city people walk with me, all of us layered warm in our coats, and we walk
And we hope that the tallest buildings, Empires for Freedom,
Don’t cut through the heavens and bring down the storm.