Living in New York

Taxis are driving day and night.

At the speed of light until a whistle from someone’s lips

tells them to stop.

Cold steams rush out from the sewers and hits your face.

But your not cold because theirs so many people walking beside you,

 that their keeping you warm.

These people either smell like morning breath or cheap perfume

at this time of day.

Your mind isn't focus on that though

its thinking about those tamales and chocolate

that vendors are selling at the corner.

But your all ready late as it is.

You run up the stairs to catch the train,

Were it’s so over crowded that you can't even breath.

Your day has just began, your day

at  New York

 New York.

S-T-A-I-R-S

Warm Little beds left abandoned.

You can hear the children giggle in the distance

and a bubble floating in the backyard air.

Floating, floating away,

Twirling, twirling in this bright summer day.

A tiny finger appears leaning closer to a bubble

wanting it to burst.

Closer and closer to the bubble

yet nearer and nearer to the

 edge of the stairs.

Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling-

Falling, falling falling-

She can hear the the scrapping of her body

on the wooden stairs.

Her hair is in a tangled mess with paint chips everywhere.

She's too scared to open her eyes

So she squeezes them tight.

She cab taste the saltiness of blood

on her bruised upper lip.

she suddenly comes to stop

on the concrete sidewalk

which is no longer the color gray anymore

but a bloody dark red.

She opens her eyes

and to her surprise

she sees the bubble

floating in the sky.

APPLE

Dangling from the trees.

In the breezy autumn air

Beautiful colors of light green ready to be plucked, crunched

and shared.

Falling towards the ground.

little stem could not hold on much longer.

Worms crept out from the dirt, ready to eat its dissert.

Sweet juices rush out everywhere.

The warms are in a state of bliss..

How could eve resist this little round fruit of

deliciousness.