changing the weather

April 18, 2009 § Leave a comment

in the ghetto yesterday

i saw a man watering trash

the flies rose like dust or a false hope

out of the cement

bottles plastic bags

ripped paper discarded food

piled on sidewalks

spilling into the street

this old man

he played

one with a garden hose

behind him a boy ran

with an extension cord

wrapped around another boys belly

thw two running

not like a dog and master

more like prey and son

he said: i have to go

so that i can change the weather

ah tiny black butterfly

it aint you that makes rain

the water is always changing

here

in the ghetto

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