Adrift on Privation (13/30)


The prompt for day thirteen over at NaPoWriMo was to take a walk, make notes and then transform those observations into a poem...this is what I came up with:



On 
this day
the sun shines 
sideways
in my hood.

It 
illuminates
broken glass 
littering
cracked concrete
masquerading as a 
sidewalk.

The 
birds sing
background for a couple
of neighborhood winos
who reminisce about
the good old days 
to the key of
I remember how 
it used to be.

distant 
police siren
harmonizes with the 
rustle of the wind
as a lone leaf floats from the
broken limb of a rotting tree,
riding shadows to a place
called 
unknown.



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