Hope Road

Rain falls bleary across
the eyelid of open windows
stirring soup lifts steam through the houses
the puddles fatten
tires surf hope road

pedestrians no longer dodge the spewing plumes of water
from under cars

all is lost

regained in hope river's memorandum
to asphalt that it isnt conquered just yet.

trickles from umbrella ends

the torrent brings the grime of unwashed hands

a circus of ringworms,

your feet are a perfect place for corruption

especially on Hope Road.