Street Reflection by Elle Moss | Shop | Facebook
summer stormsrain so often it was prose instead of punctuation
rain to blur the neon lights at dusk
rain to make the car sway side to side, and i
swayed from side to side as well.
i was everywhere in the city, and also nowhere.
rain and earth under my nails
on my hands, wet in my hair, softening
i was not in love.
i was infatuated with the way
the trees draped, enamored
with the heavy
you left like a thunderclap,
left me standing on the narrow curb
the soil, soggy, always shifting,
too much in flux
for the grass to grow.