The Musk

we waited under the wood and plastic
of a time that had come
long after the city’s prime.
On shores steeped in history and majesty
with a flair for the over-dramatic.

In no way was it surprising
that what would sideline us
was the rain.
We took the water from point A to point B
we let it be our guide
and at its most affectionate
we hid from it
under the happy banner
of public transportation.

How silly was it
that in visits previous
I’d thought the city
ill-scented
when now
huddled together
all I could smell
was our musk.

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