21 April 2013


Streets: moist grey concrete.
Leaves: brown goo.
Beaches: tracts of dreary beauty
a no man's land of wet logs
Buses roam from town to school,
school to town
and back again.
The sun smiles occasionally through a veil.
Wind tumbling from the sea batters the houses' shingles and the towers' concrete.
Clouds rule the earth.

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