the sun comes out brightly after the rain
shining off the wet streets
and exposing the treacherous pools of water
lurking around the corners
the streets are almost empty, too
except for the hurried old woman
hooting and thumping into the back of the car
stopped at the red light
everything resolves in silence
the lady in front respecting her elder too
much to put a fist through her teeth
we could tell she wanted to, though.
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