Shower Curtain

The shower curtain is closed for privacy on Hollywood and Vermont along the makeshift wire drooping from the metal cross beam. A foot of rain fell on the city in need of a good scrub. Trees, tropical plants and shrubs feed off of the precipitation. They need attention and care in their season before they fade like the legacy of luxury. The clear plastic tarp protects the soaked sleeping bag with overlap, red and blue. Light on plaid and blankets soften the setting at an angle inside the shelter. Citizen Same like a poster is here on visitation. The rotation will end to create an unnoticed absence without proper documentation. The urban plunge into dissipation like a flood for the excitement of going over the edge, like they won’t end up on the rock of account. I’ve been a stranger to the drowning by just a splash with the power washing of love from above spraying renovation within every chamber of my heart. No longer stall, pound out the truth in public from private devotion in the puddles.