Rolling from the ground like a herd of buffalo
kicking up deep purple cloud dust
against the faint yellow sky of a winter sunset.
"Mama," the child pleaded, "vas a estar en casa esta noche?"
Lipstick, perfume, hairspray all tucked into her clutch.
"Una besa mas," she bids her daughter farewell.
Clack clack clack on the cobblestone street.
As she takes her place on the roadside,
the last of the herd of clouds rumbles into the night sky.
I can't stand the stupid reaction bar at the bottom of each post but I don't know how to get rid of it.
ReplyDeleteI got the idea for this from all of the hookers that I saw in Madrid. They all looked fairly young but I'm guessing some of them had a kid or two. I've never seen so many hookers in one place before...I was really curious about them and their lives so I just got to thinking and wrote this.
Also when I was in the airport leaving Madrid the sky outside looked absolutely amazing, like a herd of buffalo taking off from the ground and running up into the atmosphere.