It was raining, that slickery rain that reflects the shapes of buildings up from the sidewalk
and reminds you of London, even if you’ve never been there
and she was hugging me and crying
and half-laughing and crying
and somehow I knew it was not a happy sort of laugh.
And then there was just one of us
in the rain, the slickery rain.

Mariam Yabut, Class of 2001