What’s Left of Vegas

Rain, torrential and sudden, lashes the streets of the city built in the desert, built on sin. Rivers of residue stream into the storm drains. A white-red-orange streak froths the sidewalks. The pollen of what stayed in Vegas, washed out, splashing around the sneakers, the sandals, the high heels of today’s curiosity, adventure, greed, lust, and confusion. And the gutter slurps it all up. Rain is…