South LA Cul-De-Sac
His backyard abuts the tracks.
Sitting on the stoop, black-and-white
mutt at his feet, he smokes and watches
the trains go by,
Downtown to Long Beach,
Long Beach back Downtown,
through the heart of the city
and past his fence.
Little old houses of
turquoise, pink, and white
cling for life to the
life clinging back in the
cul-de-sac next door.
The signs on the market
are faded. The taco shop
went bust. The pretty girl
in seafoam green
makes her way
to the edge.
- Jeff Nazzaro 2018
Jeff Nazzaro lives in Southern California, where he writes poetry and short fiction. His poems have appeared in a handful of online and print journals, including Rat's Ass Review, Thirteen Myna Birds, and Cholla Needles Magazine.
1 comment:
A crystal clear imagery and a lot more.
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