Closing The Blinds

little dirty faced boy
in the parking lot
in the rain...
no coat, no shoes...
hiding behind cars,
playing with his
imaginary friend...

the old woman at
the window shakes
her head...
'somebody oughta
do something
about that boy...'

closing her blinds,
she pours another
cup of coffee,
and sits down
to read her Bible.

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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