Alley Storm

I went outside.  The sky was grey and cut into pieces.

I saw someone's ink tracks and thought...

Here's hoping.

There were flowers, big and bright as cries.  And some tiny, whispers. Slippers for the little people. 

 

Vines hung down, spindly in the dirt.  I never went further than ten feet in my back alley.  

And goodbye, Lena

Thank you for the stormy weather..