Acquaintance' Home Poem by Asphalt Falls...

Sometimes laughter and squeals of delight
Most of the time cries and pleas for help
Kids running under the sun, swimming in the flood
Old men gambling under the sun, smoking by the flood

Watching the sun rise and set on that mountain
On the morning I wake to the sound of trucks
Delivering treasures we used to continue life
At night I sleep after having the dinner delivered to our backyard

When I'm restless I watched the black fireflies that aren't lit
The stench from the mountain carried by the grey wind
Is what she answered, proudly
Whenever asked of home

May 24,2010