The criterion for rain in Miami breaks down

When streets sit cross legged lie in wait for it

To pass, like, the pharmacy at the corner where you buy your cigarettes

And toothpastes and blood-curdling devices of the sort

You nowhere else could obtain.

More than a heartbeat in the soaked asphalt and veins

Break out to the surface near the crossroads,

Where cars stop to take a deep breath

Of immeasurable distance ahead.

Stooped, glancing over your shoulder under the weight of your own

Unimportance, egalitarian rain sees you so.