green boots...

i use to wonder why each morning around wayne street was so...
so...
well i can't quite think of the word.
however it's one similar to noisy.
birds held conversation for hours outside my window.
local neighborhood drunks and drug users talked of days when they were sober...
when they fought for this country...
they spoke of pass times.
& i could hear the regret in their voices.
sad.
& i wondered what brought them to this place.
& how could they get back to what was once great?
i wondered..
& i'm sure they did too.
wayne street blues & kids singing rap songs.
makes me wonder if i'm lost or if i'm where i belong.
& i met her about 3 years ago.
she came from richmond.
we ate sushi & spoke for awhile in a park that she was taken by.
it was grand however at some point she went her way & i went mine.
amazing how i think of her from then to now.
she writes.
she writes just like me.
turns me on like a handle.
& i'm in deep however she'll never notice.
following her poetry like i follow my roots.
never getting to the root so i keep moving towards it.
this morning was different.
mr. lewis was found with not an ounce of life in his body.
wayne street.
quiet.
all i hear is death.
creeping up on all of us.
suddenly.
& what have you brought this world?
mr. lewis brought my eyes to a sudden open as i was sleeping before.
i'll never forget him.
& she said she'll be arriving around 4.
i can't stop thinking of my attire.
i think i'll wear my new black suit & green boots.