A child, soaked to the skin, clears a stopped
drain on his street until water can flow at last.
The eye of another storm hovers above the coast,
yet no one has been raptured yet/at last.
But sunsets still stun with their overflow of spun
candied gold; dust pooled in clouds, at last.
Thieves walk the streets in statement suits—
brazenly believing this is their time at last.
Who'll remember when and where and what
survived, when the trials end at last.
On our very last day, before our departure,
will there be a break in the rain at last?



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