They gather in such a tropical array.
When I sit here to eat they won't stay away.
What a sunny day,
music is filled with happiness--gay.
A light breeze moves my arm hair
I look up, see the bridge, the janitor is pushing a cart there.
His head rhythmic with a nod,
feeling the music as if it's not a job.
Everyone seems happy so I can't complain.
Ice Cube was right about a good day.
©B.Mora
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Poetry of Branden Mora
PoetryPoetry written by me, Branden Mora, during my time as a student at San Joaquin Delta College. I am posting my work with the intention of receiving feedback! So please let me know what you think and/or vote on your favorite poems. I will add new p...
