When the River Went Away – A Prelude

The biggest surprise of them all,

Rows of sad houses

Lining rusty streets.


Where rain fails hopeful gardens

Again and again.

Every corner, trails of thigh deep woe

Stacks of mailboxes

Sheltering misery

From the grind of days

Mixed in hazy, medusa skies.


Each door playing the same story

Neighbors, but a chapter apart.

Street by street,

The same book written again and again,

Nail by nail.
A fading bumper sticker

Plays bold music,

Almost in hormony

With a tuneless flute,

From behind drawn curtains

And a window left open.

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