their eyes stare
fixed
on me as they drive by
worried that something
might have
changed
on their beaten
path from here to there
exhausted from nervousness that some
minuscule
thing might have
changed
in this soul-sucking town.
yet all they see is a lawn chair
a glass
of iced tea and a young
man
waiting
for a chance.
I stare back as if to
challenge
their life of
normalcy and stupidity.
I am not the only one
to see their kind
lurking around
waiting for their
next “wad of sweaty money.”
we wait
but we will listen and change.
I can’t spell.
1 comment:
I don't really understand this one. you're a person on a porch watching the cars go by, but who are the people? travelers? salespeople? drug dealers? I'm kinda confused. it may just be my misunderstanding
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