The front looks great.

Manicured gardens,

The hissing of summer lawns,

Gates forged with the blacksmith arms.

Wonderful numbers,

Typographic wonders,

And colors of the rainbow,

Adorn and invite.

Yet, behind the front, lies the utility of the back alley.

Sitting in our lives, apparently undeserving a view for itself.

Yet, still, it attracts … somehow.