The Asphalt of Enterprise
They zip by,
these scions of enterprise,
with their dreams and ambitions.
The asphalt kisses their feet.
In the absence of a heart,
a pocket full of the lint of love past
flickers briefly upon the stage
of bottom lines
while children starve.
I gave my last bit of change
to a mother of two today
who had pulled up a bit of
sidewalk.
She may have been scamming me,
but the children . . .
Asphalt didn’t touch me today,
not yet anyway.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved April 18, 2012 Audrey Howitt. Do not use or copy without the express written permission of the author.
