I Was Walking
Two timid little ones on the steps.
Left-out eyes, guilt-hung heads--
A boy nudging rocks with his bare black foot.
A girl gripping dirty-flowered ruffle of her skirt.
The hurt of not hearing rooftop raindrops anymore.
The heart of the shirtless father through the door.
Who had slapped out the taps of the drop drum.
Who had beat at the sheets of the rain dram.
The two tacky youths with the boxed ear ring.
The rich kid passing through who couldn't hear the rain.