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Smoke Flowers
Orange walls, wasted arms
Posters in Spanish
Smoke in quivering shreds from cigarette butts
Coats sinking into ribs and bony eyes
Thin sweet echoes of baby rattles.
Long-nailed nurses in ponytails call out in bored voices
Another one goes down the line
Another one closes the door
Another check clutched in a freckled fist
Another car crushing the rainy road turning to snow.
Nigerians in headscarves, Bulgarians in resale leggings
Ragged T-shirts and stained sagging jeans
Fading smoke flowers on orange welfare walls
Donated, not for resale.
Alice’s walkout husband left her a note on the table.
Angel’s daughter’s got a cough and a runny nose.
Juanito’s father Manulito hears voices.
Air conditioners are warm like the refrigerator
Running down dreams
Tin-can voices, hand sanitizer
Babies learn to sit up and roll over
Cross-eyed faces round as mangos
All God’s children in plastic chairs
Beige and green like old guacamole.
How long must they wander?
How long?
Maybe they’ll run
Maybe they’ll go
Where a madman lives on a distant hill
And tries to touch the sun
Hoping as hard and fast
as tomorrow can come.
Maybe they’ll run
Maybe they’ll go.
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Please, somebody love this poem. :) I'm trying hard to believe it was worth writing.