lucy thread
Lucy thread
Lucy was 7 and had a head of blue berets
City born into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a price of yellow chalk with which she drew upon the streets
The many faces of the various locals she would meet
There was Joshua, age 10
The bully up the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Ms. Crabtree and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor
And she drew
Men, women, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers by who asked why she passed her time attaching lines to concrete but she would only smile
Now all the children living in or near her building ran around like tyrants soaking up the fire hydrants
They would say “hey Lucy wanna come jump double Dutch”
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say “I’m busy thank you much”
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not she covered last inch of the entire side walk
And she stopped
“Lucy, after all this, your just giving in today?”
She said: “I’m not giving in. I’m finished” and walked away
more nudes pls