Boy No More
Posted: April 10, 2010 at 12:24 amBoy – hair dyed blond?
Boy – dirty and smudged?
Boy – in your mussed play clothes?
Boy – bored and looking for a tree to climb?
Your eyes avoid my smile. We pass, you are no more.
Around I travel to find
Boy – Your hair is bleached from too much sun. No roof protects you.
Boy – Those are bruises amongst the dirt.
Boy – Your clothes have not been washed in weeks.
Boy – You meet the men in the alley.
As I pass you avoid my concerned look. You shrug and turn away, lowering yourself to your knees.
