Writing poems about
writing poems about
writing poems.
The air was hot but the shade was cool
and I walk over the roots on the moss
step step step
The old men sometimes walk
as if it’s their last walk
and the air, the air was hot but the shade was cool
beside the green river
making noise with the trees
The bicycles ride by
and the headphone people in sunglasses
look the other way as if to say
nothing at all
nothing at all.
The don’t talk to strangers people
go by
without
saying hello
to the trees and the old men walking.
—————-by David Michael Jackson