La Central
A history of rainy days
Unwriteable but in you –
Droplets jewelling a café table on a street you don’t remember in a city you always will
You cared less back then about your possessions, and more about style
You let the city outfit you
Even now I feel it flex around me
Droplets bead on fabric, ping, dissolve –
Your own cheap clothes perfumed with what you borrowed when you crept out of bed,
It filled you once with courage and with curiosity –
Was this the scent they carried into battle? Was this the whiff of victory?
Beauty! Flexing its muscles
Unwriteable but liable to find you – even down the years –
What you learned from La Movida
What you learned from Lisa
Style – the next best thing to a breeze
No one says “you can’t un-smell that” but think of the rain
