The Weeping City

Through a windshield splattered with mud and rain— Rain that speckles, trickles, and slides— I watch the city rush by. Reflected on puddles, windows, and mirrors, I see lights— Orange lights, green lights, red and blue blinking. I see trucks and semis, cars and buses— Weaving in and out, honking, splashing, and wailing. I seeContinue reading “The Weeping City”