Pagosa Springs Artists

Lullaby of the Ghetto

alone

on the cracked cement

stairstep

of an abandoned warehouse,

I close

my eyes against the sun's glare,

dismiss the gravel,

unruly weeds, btroken glass

underfoot,

pretend the warmth I feel

on my face

is a kind mother's kiss

of love and grace

 

as sunlight twinkles

on the edge

of a crushed pop can,

sifts through

the boughs of the only

tree

on this street,

flashes gold on the old

windshield

of a car that hasn't

ran

in a long time, and

 

I need to do

my homework,

get through some

housework,

get supper

for my little brother,

but after

the pink clouds go

dark

 

published in Nomad's Choir; First Place in Chicago Poets & Patrons 2017 Poetry

Contest, Chicago Category.

 

first published in Nomad’s Choir

also published in Chicago Poets & Patrons

©2016 Bonnie Manion

   

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