Heavenly Harley

Brown red shiny grey trees twisting peeling upward into canopies of myriad pastel leaves waving over tightly clustered rusting house trailers A squeezed in deck with barbecue umbrella and third hand lamp stand the ever present plastic bucket upturned by packing crates for table A Harley rumbles gutturally behind a cute converted hearse Erotic plants, some in pots weed up to camouflage and hide tiny windows opened to the breeze Another day in paradise beside the ever flowing stream of traffic From key to sundrenched key