On the Roof of the Parking Garage

My bangs getting caught in the uplift of the wind, my heart getting an uplift from the incredulity of the city-

light, unfazing drops of rain grazing my arms-

deep purple haze over me, with washed out, smoky clouds, hinting at an oncoming shower-

lightning flashing in beat with the kick drum-

unmoving titan skyscrapers in the background, that yet glitter so brightly in the foreground-

the yin-yang of the stable concrete under me, and the wavering of the air as planes dock at the aeroport to the east of the garage-

the subtle revving of the traffic passing by below us,

and we’re still not fazed though the shower is almost upon us.

We’re right in the middle of the tireless city,

yet right outside of it, sitting on the roof of a parking garage making memories.