the summer that never was
grey and deluge
make everything
ashen and dark
but grey does not suit this town
built with rigorous design in mind
inhabited by colors of people
hues of flowers
and asphalt lanes
where metallic boxes—
often too big
driven by people
often too meek—
roll in their smoggy daze
and deluge is out of season at this time
an october made december
by sullen layers people don
by silly boots that they put on
by precipitous steps
fighting precipitation
the only way they know:
by escaping it
in havens of eaves and roofs
filled beyond capacity
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