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…
Copyright © Tanika Cooks | Year Posted 2007
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