Poetry
Waking Up
by Koye Berry
The years blur by like scenery.
And I am at the wheel
Of a steel silver car

In a watercolor of city lights,
And pretty neighbor boys,
And the old chain stores

With my childhood inside.
I step out and into the scene---
Where have I even gotten to?

The car is gone.
The neighbors have moved.
The stores are all closed.
Posted by: Koye Berry

Poetry (June 30th, 2010)