Song of Myself
My parents wide awake with bright
eyes welcoming the day,
The woman dressed in black with the long black hair and
bright gray streak waiting at the bus stop,
The tall man with the angry face eyeing the wild traffic closely,
The buff security guards, arms crossed as they watch people enter school,
The groups of kids huddle amongst each other by their lockers,
The short, stubby woman with the hairnet passing lunch out,
The art teacher with the vivid red hair and huge glasses
who inspects the artwork with precision,
the m an in the coffee shop
whose large nose is almost touching the book he's reading,
The thin Asian woman around the corner
with the huge smile as she cleans her yard,
Long arms embrace as the day ends and I say goodnight.
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