Nah, I won’t write about the rain.
No, not today.
But. I will note that no one is standing
Outside the drug house today  

I know rain has never
Stopped an addict
Or the dealer, for that matter…
Cravings win and Money rules.  

No, perhaps today,
They’re cognizant
Of surroundings to navigate,
Before the shakes hit them too hard  

But oh, on sunny days,
Unashamed, they swarm,
Or immune to the watchful, judging eyes,
As if the sun shadows instead of illuminating  

But rain…
    Or shine…
        There it sits…  

A vending machine,
Literally,
On their open, front porch
So many chuckled glances from my window…   

It begs the question,
Just how much
Does a dime bag cost…
From a vending machine

-Questions The Glancer ponders, from inside an office window