A Fly Wrestles With a Window
while
Cars Roll Over Wet Roads

A Dove Sings It's Song,
on a Drooping Wire
that Sinks Toward the Sidewalk
Where Children's Chalk Creations
have just Washed Away

A Face Pressed with Pattern
from the Mattress It Lay,
has Eyes Fixed on Nothing
but The Summer Sun
steadily Creeping up The Wall.