A New Year of Poems

Sidelines

My back rests against

a brick wall that

looks like sand of every color

packed into a wall

which will fall over at a single touch.

But it doesn’t.

 

The brick warms my skin

so

I take off

my sky colored sweater

to enjoy the sun of Indian Summer.

 

Other kids

run

with banana smiles plastered all over their faces

laughing

having the

time

of

their

lives.

 

I stand

my throbbing heels

digging

into the sleeping concrete, and

my heart

aching to join them,

but I,

I would just be pushed away.

 

Anyways,

I’m not like them.

They

without a care in the world

always just

smile on,

not noticing my frown.