thank you to the topless men
who tried to pass me an umbrella from a second story apartment
i refused only because i was not in distress
not about to melt.
on 6th and rampart i saw the kind of rainbow that brings people together
and then it was raining so much a man spoke to me in neither spanish nor english
crossing the street felt like fording.
in a pink sundress i wiped rain off my eyelashes
i could almost smell fall, or spring.