Fluidity
flickers, so slight,
no sound, only specks,
colourless. Fuelled by
air, it gusts, stoked,
drums a rhythm on
car roofs, sweeps the
streets, circling drains.
a sound curve builds
into a haze of reckoning.
This sheet of water
cascades, envelops,
awakening everything.
New growth, fresh air.
The smell of green.
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