Broken Glass
Rolling down Cesar Chavez
I look left
I look right
I see
broken glass.
The men who live
under the freeway--
Every morning, they are
muttering
whistling
drinking 40s
shooting up between their toes
sleeping on the trash carpet
and it's 6:35.
Dodging broken glass
is what we do
every day.
Mostly I miss
but I've had my fair
share of flats.
And who do I blame?
I know how much
broken glass hurts.
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2 comments:
I love it. How's about a book of poetry from the event from others to sell for the cause??? Ya know, it just might work. Momster
41 days late, I love it too. Love Peter's idea also, let's chat on this one.
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