A Block - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

A Block

A warehouse, no windows,
Community center,
Local tire shop,
Family restaurant,
Palm trees, pavement,
Cars rushing past on
Four lanes, a mother tries
To cross the street with
An infant in a stroller,
Walls hiding structures,
Sun glaring off hard surfaces,
A few houses that used to
Be in good shape,
Now subdivided into apartments,
Or single rooms, bars on windows,
A block from the highway,
Many more from the mansions.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer