Torrential rain
Cleanses
This sin city
Washing away
Urban muck,
As sterile sidewalks
Now
Mirror-like
Reflect
Its driven denizens
Who strut on it
Their dreams
However,
Untouched
By rain or shine,
Ready to do battle,
Eking out
The next wish list,
Armed with a
Cup of Ambition:
Starbucks!
© 2016
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