night

soft, heavy, cold
water
soaking our jackets
dripping off my hair and into purple dress-fabric
i can feel the rivers on the concrete
rushing against my shoes

grey vapour from the sky has sunk into the power lines

there’s rain against my skin
inside my socks
the edges of my skirt gripped in loose fists
and running home.

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