Cloud gossip

The clouds collect
as the train doors open
Crowds of homeless assure each other
the carnaval will be glorious
Eyes lit up and hands together but pointed down as if contrary to prayer

The stench of factory gases following me down firestone avenue
I never wondered how the name itself was hellish
The clouds huddled closer as if to tell secrets about the sun
Huddled in such that the dark blue grey appearance
hid all evidence of them once being separate entities

Now it was a mass one bad omen public advertising for bad news
by clouds that conspire