| ametaznes () wrote, @ 2008-04-19 15:14:00 |
Mid-Afternoon
On Ponce de Leon there is a man
A blind man who wears spandex shorts
in the middle of winter.
He stands there at the corner
While you wait for the light
to turn.
Your friend - who is driving -
cannot make the air conditioning work
And Moreland is already backed up
the heat makes it look like
a melting painting
And you're staring at this blind man.
Because he can't see any of this.
or you.
On Ponce de Leon there is a man
A blind man who wears spandex shorts
in the middle of winter.
He stands there at the corner
While you wait for the light
to turn.
Your friend - who is driving -
cannot make the air conditioning work
And Moreland is already backed up
the heat makes it look like
a melting painting
And you're staring at this blind man.
Because he can't see any of this.
or you.