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Who is that, out in the silky darkness?
What is out there, moving through this cold rain?
Tonight the streets of our ruined city glisten
like an apparition in a black bead dress;
a huge woman lies down along the highway, sighing.
Avapor uncurls and falls asleep in the alley.
The rain spreads its long fingers on the glass
faces of office buildings; the rain's long legs open.
A minute ago I heard the sound of someone running,
clatter of hard shoes on pavement. It almost seemed
I heard the heavy breath of someone running.
Whoever you are, the rain so cold on your skin,
your clothers soaked and clinging, weighing you down.
The rain in your hair. Your white white face.