Poems

Fluorescent

Do you know the evening hours
 
when seagulls appear phosphorescent?
 
Certainly cold and irritant
 
Like a fluorescent light
 
as if you will become raw and ugly
 
contrary and shoddy
 
 
You will be punched by hasty people’s bags/purses
 
on your flank, they won’t turn and look back
 
Road sides are full of leaves and paper
 
It is their right alone to stop
 
 
You must have/need a place to go
 
A door to enter
 
They don’t like those who meander, the road
 
must lead somewhere
 
 
Nobody is looking at the sky
 
on the evening hours
 
when the seagulls appear phosphorescent