Cars slowly roll on their way,
The breezy wind crashes against your shoulders,
Parking signs which had bent themselves like a pretzel,
then reminded me of times at camp strangely,
Grass peeks through the deep thick patches,
Folded carpet lay out of place which gave you an
urgent need to fix it.
A bush withered and splintered in half something you
see after a thunderstorm with lightning or a dangerous
hurricane,
Trees bare due to the change in season, with neat
piles of leaves around them,
Trash covers the ground like a blanket,
Clouds hover over us blocking the brightness of the sun.