I don't know if you see what I see
But I see the beauty in the ugliness
I see the vines taking over the bush, trimmed as part of the same hedge
I see the wobbly tires on the jacked up truck,
Trying to give way to crooked lug nuts
Not nearly tight enough
I see the dust kicked onto walls by heavy rain on bare ground
I see the crappy car with the fancy rims and new tires
I see the crumbling concrete over its rusted culvert
But in these,
I see laziness and desperation
I see usage and neglect or ignorance
I see evidence of storms past and grass killed
I see the scramble for money and hopes of gaining reputation
I see age and lack of care
But outside of these same things,
I see the contrast of grimy grays and shiny silvers, new blacks
I see bright greens and the mute rusty reds of new grape vine growth
I see texture and patterns and colors abound
In this horrible, ugly, trash-filled town
I see my desperation to escape
But I've learned to see art
Everywhere
How else would I have managed to stay sane
YOU ARE READING
What I See
Poetrypoetry by me of everyday scenery Sometimes I upload in quick succession Be sure to check the part number, that you're not missing a part (even though they aren't connected by story line)
