August 28th

Aug 28th The sky is clear for far My pants are old navy and have visible holes A lady with a smiley face umbrella enters and a man removes his cap Only to replace it The leaves are starting to fade and many to fall We pass the intersections which house the wealthy—but only pass I'm leaving my element As our minds do pass the thought of riches—the institutions of wealth fly past Large oak trees scream into the sky reaching for something of substance A boy—no a man with wild hair steps up walks quickly, sits No roses but other flowers are in bloom—that of the unrecognizable but gorgeous White shoes, clean studious girl perfect hair, time taken A young face smiles at me Cheap clothes swaddle her she looks into her holder's young face. Their dark skin is one but their minds are waves that beat against each other— she holds her pretty face and smiles A woman who looks older then she should, spent her time feeding addictions she sits near Stares into an abyss—something she sees there that we cannot She is unkempt and laughs at nothing from time to time The studious girl shuts her book The lost lady plays peek-a-boo with the child in front of her…