Under a knobby-looking oak
I sit, on a cement bench
shaped like a coffin for tall people.
That obtrusive sun
seeping through the leaves of the trees
and attacks me and my sight
I Look Away.
Down.
My eye catches
A Bright red-silver blue patch
of litter.
A Pepsi-can, perhaps, but the size
of a dime.
I'm hypnotized.
I cannot look away.
It's so bright and my sight is
held captive.
The wind
This silly piece of garbage is
my MENTOR.
Why can't I
the Wind
look away?
I'm the prisoner of a vengeful sun.
I can only concentrate on the
glitter and glow of this
reflection of an evil being - -
WIND teases my face and I blink.
Free at last
Free at last.
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
After 32 years of teaching high school English, I've started writing again and loving every minute of it. I enjoy bringing ideas to life and the concept of leaving behind a legacy.
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