a similar feeling
of sky darkening and quickening breath

outside clouds gather and puff their chests
as if to say with a roar
I am here
outside the smell of rain perfumes my lungs
and soon thunder drives
dangerously close

tires grip the Jones Falls
that last turn
underpass by Penn Station and
the sculpture of woman and man as one

the feeling you get
right after the city skyline opens
and there skin prickles, shivers
waits
a storm a man
a city that boasts many
dangerous charms.