When the River Went Away – A Prelude

The biggest surprise of them all,

Rows of sad houses

Lining rusty streets.

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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.
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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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