Morning at Wineva

Morning at Wineva Fetid squalor Food rotting on kitchen counters Empty cans and garbage strewn about the floor Memories of a party not long past Sunlight Oozing in through grease caked windows Shines on gaping holes in lath and plaster walls Garbage Piled in the back alley Maked food for a racoon that calls that place his home People Stirring to the sounds of morning Rise to greet their cherry dawn