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.
Shaken Rain 