at the bus stop in the rain

Sour petrichor
I saw a girl at the bus stop in the wind
and light rain
Her light coral skirt blowing
gracefully around her hips and thighs
while she smoked a cigarette
When I think of England I think of
those opening piano chords
And then I think of how a song is
born
And i cry
Because of everything
Everything
That we are capable of