Centro Histórico

Added on by Steven Casale.

Down the rain shaft also
thought of as a street
(though nothing is a street when it rains),

a sky with few stars remains lit
by a cool maroon:

a stretch in the correct manner.

Have you ever wondered
how it is to cry upon arrival?

Have you truly seen places with form?

I have no reason to go anywhere.
Only perhaps, for dry air's sake.

It's something they call discovery
or a hiding.

Talk too much, but not here.
Instead I stand near people,
watch them covered
like animals in rain

under an unfolding black.