Trees
Marred cement
Defaced creamy sentiment
Dessicated arid air caressed the hairs on my tinted skin
Palpable dehydration kissed my neck
Semblance
Cinnamon colored and dry air
Rubber heels burned
Weary soles marched
Dreary mahogany eyes charted
Herald of gullible leaders
Amelioration for the pueblo
I wish I saw trees
I wish the vegetation ensconced me
On the other side Katie has a backyard with trees
They sing happy afternoons with shade
Katie seems to breathe healthier
Trees for Katie
Cement for Carla
No Trees for Carla
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world