Monday, April 16, 2018

NaPoWriMo, Day Sixteen, Poem Four


Weekend

Standing in a city hotel
looking for free snacks,
the out of town family
you saw on the street
searches for bulges
in your coat.

You are unwashed, unshaved.
You already spent the week
impressing people.

You live nearby,
as much as stranger.
to an out-of-towner
dashing for their room.

Grab a water and dash,
leave the joyless party
to their walled off America.

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