Cross eyed girl on the corner waiting for the bus
Watching me or looking at her schedule
Wearing sunglasses would be better for everyone
The bus arrives and she leaves
Pete the pimp drives up checking his corner out
Yelling at his girls, eyeballing me
Wearing sunglasses would be better for everyone
Pete looks at his watch says goodbye and leaves
Dean the dealer walks up to the bus stop bench
Tempting my old habits with saucer plated eyes
Wearing sunglasses would be better for everyone
Finally getting up and walking towards the girls
Street preacher spreading the good news
Catches up to my ears and conscience
Wearing sunglasses would be better for everyone
Taking my tracts my bus rolls up
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/9
Great stuff. An intriguing tableau.
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Thanks, I appreciate that.
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I’m there with him.
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Roads cross a lot in the world of writing.
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I LOVE THIS! I have known this, I have lived this. And I have purposely put on sunglasses, even at night, in attempts to distance my self from scenes like this.
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Thanks. We write what we know. Glad you enjoyed it.
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sort of asking to hide, unwilling to see…food for thought here 🙂
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And maybe hiding my eyes from the preacher.
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Nice “slice of life” write, M. Good, solid descriptions. It made me think about how sunglasses really DO put up a sort of “wall”, don’t they?
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I don’t know which I like them better for; hiding ME from them or hiding THEM from me.
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