Train of Thought (Rough Draft) By Ellyssa Pearce

A brick wall with windows as I sit and

Look at the words in my hands

Wondering what that man is doing

Where is he now, what does he want.

A boy in pink skates and slides by,

A man takes pictures to save time,

A time that’s valuable to him.

Birds are vibrantly screeching.

She’s talking but I lose focus,

Which turns to gibberish, then a hum.

The birds turn on again.

The bloated bushes to the right

Reminds me of a wedding,

Duct tape is peeling.

A girl harps up and down a scale,

It’s all jumbled now.

The bush is still bloated,

The wedding sounds nice,

A women I’ve seen before walks by,

Scatters my train of thought.

The birds are like a humming heat.

The wind swooshes still,

The man stands in a vision,

The one I promised to,

The bushes remind me of him.