an appraisal of seasons:
provided by the ticking of clocks,
a discarded styrofoam cup.
the past is a long time ago,
but it has yet to be forgotten.
can you say the same for our future?
my parents may not have realized the importance
of cloth strewn together,
to help carry groceries once a week.
a thoughtful, quiet soul,
realize it’s necessity.
so I shed a tear for the south
and the other places I am too selfish to recall