With rain wishes slip
through city grates again,
fish-shaped and quicksilver-
skinned, they rush
storm drains
that empty to the sea,
waves of longing
flung headlong
in the bay.
With rain wishes slip
through city grates again,
fish-shaped and quicksilver-
skinned, they rush
storm drains
that empty to the sea,
waves of longing
flung headlong
in the bay.