Michael Edwards

FIVE THIRTY PM

            

              FIVE THIRTY PM                    

                                                                                             

Low clouds,

rumbling, releasing

black teardrops

on dripping umbrellas,

that hover like lilies

above the wet walkways

reflecting red neon

and yellow street lighting

as head-down commuters

jostling and bustling

seek out their shelter

in crowded mass transport

that empties the city.