How different we are 
If different is the word 
For your dirty feet 
Nestled sweetly together 
Two tired pigeons
The sun bakes the heat into the pavement like a griddle
Searing any skin it touches
Not fit for a human 
To walk here

Under this overpass
By the park
You are grey dust shirt grey mess hair on concrete 
In a haze of busy avenue shadows 

If it's the great eternal sleep you seek
No one knows when it will come

My baby and I
Unnoticed in our walk's chirping and song 
Toward the bright books of the library
        Where the AC’s on
        Where babies babble and play
        With blocks on rugs with puppets and toys

You’re asleep 
I hope not dead 
Face buried and unmoving
        Phoenix is 110 these days
        Especially at noon
        Like right now

Has no one has looked you in the eye 
To tell you about the chatter of birds and the green of trees 
Against the blazing sky?
Have you seen the purple sunset?

Perhaps there is a place in the city 
To walk
Where you feet can hug the shadows 
As the sun dips

All day
The desert cooks the colors
From the traffic and cactus 
Bruised light into the sky

A watercolor of grey-purple grey-pink:
      You wouldn't think such moist life would survive this heat

You just have to look up to see color
Did you know
That’s what we’re famous for?


Published by jchmcpherson

Arts, Education and Writing

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