Three in the Afternoon

The sky
Painted gray
The houses faded
Into aged photographs
Roofs crumbled and torn
Walls creased with years
Dingy and damp
The front lawns, burial grounds
For plastic faded swing sets
Children walking in herds along sidewalk
Hoodies pulled up tight, hiding their faces
The rain had invaded early that morning
Leaving the roads slick
Crows, black smudges
Congregated on the power lines
I sat at the light, waiting
Waiting for the light to change red to green
As night found its way
To the neighborhood
At three in the afternoon


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