The street changed its mood
in the blink of an overly-observant eye,
while chains rattled in the distance
scraping the blacktop in the early morning fog.

A red car emerged from the blur,
young girl
19?
Her backpack rode shotgun.

A cat that could'nt move fast enough
lay dead in the street.
He still couldn't move fast enough as the red car passed.

I've seen everything this block has to offer in my youth
but I've come back here once more to find the treasure.

I buried 17 dollars,3 GI Joes..... I've gotta go, i'll finish this later.

09/24/2009

Posted on 09/24/2009
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