Urban
Under the Flyover, Rain
A city poem where concrete, traffic, and tenderness overlap.
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Under the flyover, rain
learns the blunt music of pillars.
Buses breathe at the curb,
headlights loosening into gold.
Even here, between fumes and hurry,
a small blue flower insists on being seen.
Notes: Could pair with street ambience and a close, dry vocal.