expectation drops

under this gray sky suburban at the crossroads between the possible and so must be
things never make themselves easier
through the embroideries in the wind of dreams
and the deep cracks in the concrete
  things,
they do not change

as well as houses do not become smaller
only human beings get bigger and bigger
and sometimes united other times dispersed,
in certain circumstances
  step by step
drop by drop
imperceptibly grow
like a feeble rivulet
  that in a breeze of drought
to immense sea
  inevitably flows

Marco Bo