Surreal reflections shining off cracked glass puddles,
Rain trickles downward, carrying blue light that splashes the ground making it seem shiny, new and hyperrealistical.
Homeless men huddle in a group to keep safe from the stabbing cold and piercing rain,
The group gets smaller every winter, but not from luck and fortune giving them home.
A sodden dog walks with a blind man, both trying to find shelter,
Decorative lightbulbs hang over wet and damp,
Electricity runs through this shimmering mottled ground,
Casting hope among the past unlit town.
A Poem A Day 