Cloudburst Aftermath

Cloudburst Aftermath Humid scent of soured pavement rises from a city’s steaming streets accompanied by rippling gutter streams babbling and choking on floating debris. I wave as wet winged voyagers cling to tawdry, fragile craft shooting the cobblestone rapids of Boston’s Beacon Hill. Wafting from the alleys of the rich - the detritus of wealth - an acrid stench, waste, mocking the grumbling bellies waiting on line at the dingy soup kitchen. I walk alone among Boston’s “Common” looking for the “cracks” they “fell” through. 11/22/2017 submitted to – Choose A Topic – Heartbreak and Loss