We huddled by the Hudson, under a black umbrella.
Shoes leaked, Miss Liberty was draped in cloud.
Open brollies mushroomed in open-topped buses.
Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings.
New York dripped in my ears, American sentences in the rain.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd May 2018
Another poem for this week’s dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille. This time it’s a re-worked version of a poem I posted back in April 2017. As my one and only visit to New York was over 16 years ago, I’ve used an image from Pinterest.