Submitted by ontheeastside last January 23rd 2007, 12:01 PM

A storm embraced
the buildings along
my view of the city.

I rushed to a friend's
arrival at the airport.
My denim jeans

and jacket were soaked
by the wind and rain
that whipped me.

Inside the cab,
a Celtic voice told me
not to weep for a lost

love, so I held my breath.
My heart grew cold, turned
into a wet asphalt