dime store candle driplets
lash and tease as i watch
the wind and the rain skirt
to the west i hear a lullaby
to the east i see a baby cry
sounds and sights one in each
as violets sweep me off my feet
darkness collides with the light
to the north i see mountains high
to the south i touch my life gone by
the land is seeded and kept by night
as guardians would an angels flight
murals are painted with stroke and dare
as if mankind can duplicate the heavens
barren we watch as hustlers parade
and without worry or fear they pick our
pockets bare.
by ritt