New Coat of Rain
New coat of rain,
paint side walks rift
through papers in dry
corners, she wonders
floor grease at home, tells
her son where the hookah
hung out and what too is
important, long and broad
she is the cobweb that
will wait forever to be
swept, hanging on
so well, so much.
-Nina Alvarez
Poem of the Month 
Very nice – wish I could write good poetry too. Mine stinks.