Paul waits for Blake Biegler in the dusty field behind the school. Biegler is ten minutes late. He pokes his fingers through the chainlink, staring beyond the suicide barriers toward Golden Lakes. The ... [+]
Bolivar T. Caceres's poem, "Rain in the Streets," was originally published in Short Edition’s August '19 Rendez-Vous.
The intricate sounds of Orozco's Guitarra and the beep, beep, from passing automobiles fill the warm air, and rise towards the burdened sky as Rain materializes from thick grey nimbus clouds, and falls onto the City; yet, the mood is not somber. It is Sabbath. The mid-April air smells of wet dog, and filth, the smell of the City's deep cleanse from morning showers. The birds perform their cantata as Orozco orchestrates their instrumental. The asphalt sidewalks glisten from the rain, no longer holding yesterday's shit. The dusty jalopies, in the same parking spots since 1983,