Wet Reflections

Plop!
Startled birds —
rustle of a snake.

Clear sky.
Stones, rippling
heat.

Rain in the window
drums in the street —
no parade in sight.

Meltwater.
Ice runs,
skin on fire.

Seagull dives,
escapes a wave —
thrash of silver.

Lightning from towers:
cracks
in a glass city.