Sunday, June 28, 2015

Do anything 

Poor people hate the summer.
Anyway, I did. 
Rich, or richer people
have camps and lakes, and the beach; 
green and blue and sand and sunshine.

We had the flat-roof slum
surrounded by parking lots;
cement gray and toy-plastic orange.

Radio commercials splash and ricochet 
out of the concrete, yellow swimming pool 
old reruns and laugh tracks on TV always, 
muffled some by the cockroach mardi gras 
scratching greasy in the walls.

Do anything 
to get to the green and the blue 
and the sky.

And anything - everything - else. 

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