The Alphabet Witch (wilowisp) wrote,
The Alphabet Witch

An apology

To the Real World, I am sorry
but I was not raised on rush hour and
deep dish plastic
I am in love with the scent of tomato plants
and the tactile brown of my father who raised those plants
a leather, rich brown you don't see
on the freeway or in your happy meal
I wasn't raised that way
to know when just enough is just right
or to want a concrete swimming pool
inside of a rooftop garden
but instead of apologizing to you
Real World
I think I'll just go thank my father
Tags: family, poetry, short, urban
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