fierce thunder
barks

the air
thick and wet

Black streets
reflect lamplight

hard sound
of water falling
from a long way up

Tortured soul
of weather
wrestling
with the city
tonight

as if the sky
hurt and afraid
needs to be heard

wants its wrath
to be known
exerting some
momentary sense of control

only to lose
against the granite
and steel
blacktop and brick

The hard city
that falters in flood

but never ever
gives in
never loses
the war

(D. James)

flowing easily
down through
the cracks
and coming to rest
in a great natural pool

where the sun will shine
evaporating me up to the sky
becoming ominous clouds
then fall like rain
to begin again

(D. James)

Now time
lurches forward
can’t seem to stop
the flood of years
rushing past

Let’s get drunk
one more time
drown ourselves
in memories of
days gone by

(D. James)

wind picks up
weeps heavily
with the sound
of flapping flags
and water on pavement

people run for cover
as the world
becomes glossy

(D. James)