Selected Poetry by Alan Abrams
Photo Source: Pixnio Two Kids Two kids, lanky, swaggering, talking trash. We wait for the light, as cars hurtle down a long hill, oblivious to the speed camera. One kid has a deft toe, which punts a chunk of bluestone right between the wheels of a speeding car, such that it bounces several times under its floorboards. When the light changes, they overtake me. I notice that one kid’s hips are starting to widen, and the other kid has a pony tail tied with a pink and white polka-dot ribbon. A...