Concrete Imagery

The buses with the scarring color yellow I’ve dreaded for the past 11 years that make my eyes crumble.

The leaves on the trees trying to decide what their complexion is, messing with the August lovers.

The blue benches that are abandoned until the end of the school year, empty like a broken heart.

The forgotten ruby red do not enter signs.

The accumulation of vehicles waiting desperately for the bell to ring.

The parking lot that goes from deserted to grand central station every morning and evening.

The towering trees shedding their appearance every season into the latest trend.

Every color of the rainbow you can imagine out in the parking lot, every car diverse in its own unique way.

The parents with unimaginable apparel that come to break their kids out for doctor appointments.

The teachers with their heels that echo in the distance as they walk on the empty pavement.

Life Is Beautiful by Katie Myers

It’s that cracked Pearl Jam cassette tape.

It’s that shabby stereo

It’s those firefly snatching star filled evenings

It’s that squeaky porch swing

It’s that unhinged look

It’s that rigid wooden rocking chair

It’s those midnight drawing sessions

It’s the SpongeBob filled afternoons after school

It’s the stickers received after the daily blood drawing and shots

It’s the multitudinous thrift shop trips

It’s the sweat from the lengthy night runs

It’s the R.E.M. lip syncing in the bathroom

It’s the relaxing rainy forecast

It’s the constant loss of numerous earbuds

It’s the canned pears with sprinkles

It’s losing checkers to grandpa every time

It’s Doris’s Elvis obsession

It’s the clothes hanger “guitar” jam sessions

It’s the 80’s throwback Thursdays in the mini van

It’s the broken family I’m thankful for.