rainy days cloud my vision
a setting sun washed away like paint
the man with the dilapidated brush explaining
‘it was a lost cause’
and the silhouetted children
they play
their shadows stretched across the hop-scotch street
with cherub faces
innocent frills and laces
their delicate speech spread through a faded alley way
the rain
it sputters
blended with sirens and crowded horns
cries of impatience fill my dreams
they crowd my sleep
suddenly silencing with a single teardrop from a washed out sky
