the last stop before heaven,
shrouds time in vines and fog.
Water pools on tin roofs
as greedy succulents clamor
for tangible holds and slip from pine
to palm to magnolia. Rivulets slink down
concave Chevelles rusted at the rims,
curdled lemons plummet onto moss etched in
brick. Roots like quagmire veins contract,
interrupted by the alien drench of winter rain.