Leaping from cylinder to cylinder

concrete under foot and train horns blaring,

way too close for comfort, but you needed to be because of the blinding rain,

accompanied by crickets and god knows who else,

but you cant hardly smell the spilled milk across the concrete,

but you can certainly taste those rain drops,

and the way the shadows catch everything around the lake,

around the memorial.

And what with the way the rain comes on in…

come on in,, as we watch from a building made of glass,

totally safe,

totally romantic

as were utterly circled,

as were utterly disputed,

As we are heard ; as we feel every memory.