The Bluffs

Along the river is a road
cut into the ground
And high up on those man-made bluffs
are houses buried behind
the mountain-like timber
oaks and poplar; clouds of bushes hide
the crouching dominions for half the year
and possessed by the joy of privacy
or perhaps a hidden fear
of one of the driversby
catching a glimpse
of their neglected front
the peeling paint or overgrown lawns
these houses stayed veiled
until comes autumn
with then growing winds and faded sun
cause the carefully constructed curtain of foliage to fall
and the bare trees are windows to these homes' bluffs
whose glory or grotesqueness are disguised.