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Lexington in the Rain Downtown when it’s raining So hard that drops are bouncing off concrete Like pennies thrown in fountains, A girl sits beneath a green stoop. Knees to her Chest, worn jeans are wet on the bottom And fraying. Lighting is striking the grayness Behind business buildings made of brick and steel. A camera is propped on the girls’ knees And I wonder if my car is in her shot while I sit rumbling at a red light. Or are Those black men walking, shaved heads glistening No umbrellas. Three Hispanic men are working Construction ahead. Their truck tires are dried With mud the color of their leather skin. A Homeless man staggers near my bumper, His eyes red like my car, teeth yellow Like lighting. Hair sprawled like briars, And no socks. He is smiling. The girl is adjusting her camera. The light is green. Pressing the gas my wheels Spin and the homeless man looks up from A trash can, holding a half filled Mountain Dew. The rain beats harder and He unscrews the blue cap. |
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