Big brother attacks
With tickling fingers, both
Crying and laughing.
Childish arguing;
Shakes fists, shakes lip-sticked collar,
But they can’t see us.
Bleary-eyed, blinking
Away such beautiful dreams;
Awoke ugly life.
Miles of green pastures:
Barnyards, cows, corn stalks; smiling,
Hand dance in the wind.
Strange faces don’t judge
Haggard woman, three loud kids;
They’ve all seen their share.
Stopping by the road,
Can’t see through defeated tears;
Wish I wasn’t there.
Four typical years,
They could have been anyone’s;
Teens running amok.
Azaleas grow
In a concrete park, summer
City, breathe relief.
