Sea of Trankillity

     rows of houses
     they all look the same
     one giant sea of rooftops
     the eaves match the overhangs


     the rows so skillfully crafted
     nature could not have placed them as such
     who could have cared as much
     they will all disintegrate the same


     the gray skies encroach
     the light shies away
     the soaked clouds approach
     the droplets form on the concrete


     across the yard the wind blows
     violently the ranks are treated
     strewn about are the trinkets
     that decorate the dwellings so


     once again
     when the sun crests
     will they be the same
     unchanged by the rain