It's grey, but it's
warm
and the people almost all smile and
wave
as you pass, even the
kids.
Early afternoon,
and the street's still dry,
the clouds are too lazy to drop
their payloads down on your head.
It's a bad part of town,
or at least it looks that way.
*****
a little worn-down
rubbed smooth about the edges
and rusting at the seams.
But you're an outsider,
you don't live here
and maybe this part of town isn't bad-
not worse than any other part anyway.
The clouds are grey overhead-
but it's warm-
and the people are nice-
and they almost always
smile and
wave
as you walk by.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
It's grey, but it's
warm
and the people almost all smile and
wave
as you pass, even the
kids.
Early afternoon,
and the street's still dry,
the clouds are too lazy to drop
their payloads down on your head.
It's a bad part of town,
or at least it looks that way.
*****
a little worn-down
rubbed smooth about the edges
and rusting at the seams.
But you're an outsider,
you don't live here
and maybe this part of town isn't bad-
not worse than any other part anyway.
The clouds are grey overhead-
but it's warm-
and the people are nice-
and they almost always
smile and
wave
as you walk by.
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