Soft soft rain on asphalt shines white.
Soft soft rain on street puddles shines black.
Streets before cars.
Night’s love, violence, drinks passed.
And the coffin maker, work begun at twilight,
Finishes his third pine coffin of the night,
Just a rectangle,
Not the luxurious type with a velvet- mounded top ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early July 2015