Tourist in Glasgow

I see a boy,
kicking a ball
into a puddle
of piss.

I see a girl -
his sister,
perhaps.

She is pretty.

Pretty sad too,

like her dress,
decorated
with weather-beaten
flowers.

Is that their mother?
She hangs some garments,
to the harshness
of a Glasgow wind.

She looks old.
Perhaps, 40?

Then I am passed
by the number 40 bus,
to somewhere
similar,

its windows
reflecting upon me,
and the greed
of my healthy attire.

Reviews

[EMF]

Real sweet work. Surprisingly detailed character studies based upon a small segment of time. Impressed as it gets. Glad you're on here. Someone who's worth keeping an eye on for quality

[Danielle Renee]

I'm so glad you joined. I like this and it's detail. Good job. :)