City -6

The rain wrapped the city,

In its streaks,

this evening.

The city cried like the child

who wetted the bed

in a slumber.

The sparking water

washed off the walking feet

to their houses,

locked them

under the dripping shelters.

The city

Sobbed then,

for a while,

the sky was clear,

like the woman’s eye

after tears.

City sometimes cry like

 a bed wetting child

at midnight who

City looks thorny at its end

and a bit lonely.