Streetlamps reflect in the pooling water,
Distorting with every innocent drop
That falls from the heavens, only to land
On the unforgiving concrete below.
I wonder what got washed away this time.
What dreams, or ambitions, or evidence,
Got carried by the torrential waters
only to sink, forgotten and wasted,
into the repugnant, fathomless sludge
That often makes up society’s base.