Unintentions Poem by Taylor Seaton

Under a late summer sky,
I laid upon a concrete bench
Next to a building
In a town
That was more of a restroom.

I was at peace
In another world
When I heard
Voices
(The type which can sear your soul
Under a late summer sky)

Out of the building which I was
Accompanying during the warmer
Slice of the day
Came a woman and her child.
(People of the empty type)
I could tell

Bellowed
'Hey there'
as if she had more.
My hair was running
To thirty different locations
And I knew she must be wondering
'What in hell? '

I explained I was sleeping
And decided on leaving
As I shuffled through the door.

A perfect day ruined.