Asphalt and the Silvered Sea

The shine under the streetlamp
shows frozen ripples,
silvery and wet,
and smoother than belief.
It's a hazard to walk
this mirrored way
or drive even in the black
hollows where
tires have gone before.
The salt is buried,
crystal within crystals,
a white blur in the slick
clear sheen--the steps and
the railings are glass,
the cars are glazed,
and the rain all silver--
a gentle mist,
transforming to
a pounded hardness
against an asphalt ocean,
transforming
the dark road
to a silvered sea.