Standing under the confused solution of this sky
I take in the rain. A woman whirls on a hoop.
The smokers under a canopy, coughing. Umbrellas
are useless, in this wind. Everyone is wet, faces
shining, rueful. Graffiti dissolves a question.
All the places we dreamed of living, and here
we are. This wide summary of cities,
itself and everywhere. I accept its rain.