That Virginia

Cascades of chirping birds pour down in colorful swarms while I walk the same clean roads you just walked yesterday. A toy stuck in its mechanism I religiously search Over and over, I vacuum all areas of town. Under the same sun that stroke me in late mornings I see the barren roofs’ skyline strawberry, lavender and after mint tints. A pale yellow pierces me deep in my heart was it your tank top or your beautiful arms. I stroll down Virginia ave on sunny mornings alone, delinquent I burst blindfolded by light and slide down the hill as I did many times of others’ working days the beauty I enjoy. Out on my own with no one to play I turn left on Monroe with no signs of life just quiet cars cruise by the lifeless row of soft pastels townhouses’ emaciated tones. I turn my eyes uphill to the traffic that speeds I see butterflies drawn to the fire that kills I admire the beauty and poison of decadent flowers who grow wild on Ponce to breathe air that’s sour . There is a tranquil simplicity that here hides the crimes and covers the tragedies of everyday life. It’s hopeful monotony that makes us all numb to live in a dream’s dissonance and charm. Could be the architecture, the linear design the empty stores’ windows, the derelict beings? This walk is a sample of our Southern lives covered by dust and irreparable lies.