They stood like orphans
unspoken for
desolate
empty
eyes searching
needing
bleeding
sap filled hope,
but we move past them
See past those rooftops
with the tops down
with fireplace bricks and
insulation peppering the landscape
next to half eaten sandwiches
and yesterday's headlines
this was once a cul decsac
where open armed innocence bantered
kicked balls
now, its just a landscape kicked
This is the aftermath
and what storms create