((Photo courtesy of Mikhail Pozin))

Rained in — lonely, something
as authentic as the skylight
shed starlight of a gutted
magic bus all the rage when
“mint” and “seafoam” managed
separate followings; none knew
rust to be complimentary, less
paint chips, accented in the
burnt blue of cardstock or blown
glass paired with hole-punched
constellation, bottomless coffee
cups, ten pages of specialty.
“Urban Legend” doesn’t begin to
spell out the stories seen if
thoroughly sought in cloud-
covered city skies.