The first rainout of the season.
In Pittsburgh, no less.
Two cities with a muscular, industrial pride
Lightning touched down last night
Somewhere near the Ebbets Field grave
The ghosts of empathic Bums
Feeling our pain.
Magnolia sagged in pink saturation
Forsythia glowed in yellow dampened delight
London Plane took root on our corner
While birds, and others, waited for day.