somewhere deep within,
sheltered from
the litter of life
unrecycled....malodorous...
like civic lessons unlearned,
ignored even,
stuffed into spastic bags
piled high like butter
on southern rolls...

sat a child
in a cocoon of innocence,
eyes wide with desire
to explore and discover;
staring at the sun,
chasing the sparrow
over solid rock
and red hills,
day-dreaming of play stations
and ice cream;
eyes blind to color
class and creed...

then the real world
started talking...

and the child listened,

and morphed into you...

~ P (Pablo)
(7/25/2013)