fall: cul-de-sac

Walking,
walking down a cul-de-sac
of worn down houses
and memories lacking
definition.

Drizzling,
drizzling on an autumn night
when faithful echoes
ring out bygone delights
remembered.

I wished it just decided to pour
and bring forward the eventuality.
Bring me home at the end of the road
and allow my mind some clarity.

every morning on the 172 i pass by the back of the road that leads to the back of kimback plaza. tonight while i was waiting for the evening shuttle back home, the light drizzle of rain falling down somehow converged with the feelings i got everytime i saw that little dead end road. there is a lot of poetry in the things in life. this is just me trying to work something out.