Competing drums and
piano and train and
competing, competing
Fresh sprigs of green-
Water drips on a dirty,
white toilet seat.
White blossomed trees,
cut down for their fishy stench.
When will spring begin?
Long lonely trip to
the restroom, uneven road
before me, my feet-
Only when the sun
hits just right, does the window
project its color.
Dry yesterday
Fresh, clean, laid over gravel
Prints in the concrete
Cigarettes waft through
chain link fence and over piles
of red and white dirt
Tall glass walls
Printed with hands
How many fit inside?
Inside the bathroom-
The sound of the drum kit
shakes the stall walls
Starry night sky,
glow worms hidden in the grass-
Which way is up?
Rain falls on the roof
as paint falls on the paper.
The air is thick.
Leaning against a
mud caked tree, a hand
brushes your shoulder.
A lone wall stands,
surrounded by trees and brush,
holding up nothing.
Overhead, birds and
rocks fly off the marble cliff.
Only stones land near.
About the Creator
Baylee Browning
I am a student who loves to write and dabble in all other art forms. Like what you read? Drop a tip below and there will be more!
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