anythinggoes

This poem is about a painting by Paul Cornoyer.

The newly wet sidewalk gently reflects the hidden sun. The gloomy trees are full of lifelessness and stillness. A black dress carelessly walks down the sodden pathway with her children in hand. The distant trolley quietly rings it’s bell, and horses hooves gently rap on the cobblestone street, as a man saunters down the cobblestone trying to miss the puddles. The buildings help hide the light from the sun to make the street below seem like a well lit alleyway.  In the distance the buildings are masked by the newly fallen fog. Yet the streets still reflect the light and everything around them.

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