flight
written by: James Gabriel
@James_Gabriel1
two balconies
wood slowly rotting
women, both tired
sweat misted on
their foreheads
men make their way
up the stairs
heads down
lunch pails
in hand
not looking up
looking home
counting the steps
a rug
beaten as dust
floats down the hill
to the trolley
car coming up
past Mrs. Carmichael
calling her children home
and the coffee
klatch pontificating
the coming
heat wave
past the laundry
still on the line
stationary
as a sentinel
in the afternoon
air
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
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