Urban Garden

by Christine Young

 

Shouting
raspy and insolent.
Echoing cigarette prices off
raindrops in wet brick alleys.

Three police cars arrive on the scene.

Half-dressed children
Run half-cocked towards taillights
Cursing like sailors
Pronouncing words they don’t understand.

Mornings broken.

Dew lit glass remnants.
Mushy sulfur streaks
paint blacktop blue.
A bouquet of tobacco
and a washed-out pack of $3.49
menthols.

© 2003 Christine Young

Christine Young is a native Westsider who formerly wrote about other people's work. She is finding her stories can be told in both poetry and fiction. A love of music and words and how they work to create a mood brought the multi-talented and inspiring J. Scott to her attention. Christine is happy to be a link on his chain of words.

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