The Camel

Written by: Katelyn Dobbs

Rolling dismal clouds,

Grayer buildings,

and a stack of smoke closer than usual...


Fire escapes bind dirty, white buildings

and laundry dries on-top of shedding fences...

The people roam,

as if they have no place to go,

past graffiti stained walls

and towards the 7-11,


a friendly camel smiles down at me.

"who is that" I inquire from the passenger seat, baseball cap fastened tight.

" that's the very bad cigarette camel" my father replies, as we drive away.