We wait for rain,
For wet concrete’s
Sting, raising pain,
For cause and heat,
And worry in vain
You and silent me,
In LA’s glorious fame,
Stars at our feet
Still strung with strange
Voices and foreign names
You and sometimes me,
Hurting and lame,
A part of a fleet
Of frustrated shame
We stink and complain
Dry sand’s sheet
Shimmering with change
You and distant me,
We wait for rain.
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