Saturday Walk

The water is polite
gentle like a spring
The silence of the city
the calm of the sweet drip
like a walk on the shore
of an abandoned island
I can't tell where this street ends
Green is enhanced
and almost violet
pink bursts in little flowers along the way
Water teeters on my brow
joins the rest on the concrete
a river forms
on its way south
the air is like a cucumber
extinguishing the heat in my muscles
underneath my skin
the hurricane keeps steady
like a gradual friend