Leaking

Rain on pavement
sizzling like only mid July
rain and pavement can.
People washing themselves
up the streets,
pooling at the corners,
  then melting on.
Dogs leaking their barks
over the rippling asphalt.
And up on the roof,
unbelieving,
high,
she sings out ownership
of all the wetness
below her.
Linking the rhythms
of the leaking
into one body.