Pavement

Trickling, running and streaming down my face,

staring at a big blank sky

dropping its soul

piece and drop by piece and drop,

the gentle patter

of mass abandon.

The heavens are a palette of dirty dark hues

and their dumbing down

the street lights,

bright sentries posted and stationed,

single file.

Slick sidewalks,

sleek pavement highways

littered with feet and leaves,

And dotted in cussing and puddles.