Block upon block of blocks
Blocking the view of the blocks that front up to the sea
before it became the block
that stopped the girls of this town from drifting away
from the block-headed boys they did not
choose to be blocked
in by –
the boys with the bags of white powder
to be passed around at profit,
like the girls – the girls, passed around
These are the girls – the same girls who
made clouds, puffing their last breaths into the
heads of not-quite-dead-yet dandelions.
puffing out wishes
of a not-quite-dead-yet future.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 8th, 2019