Canello

The gurgling highway twists and bends,
above a washerwomen shakes a tattered rug
out of the top window.
Customers scramble to get the winning lottery ticket, hopeful.
Hopeful for a new car, maybe a break from work or a new apartment.  

Chimneys rise above drifting black ash
staining the deep blue sky.
Puffs of cloud drift listlessly 
above.
A red cloaked hunchback 
hobbles through the vendors wares.