Polka Dot Pines

Living 
the life
of white
dots on
a crepe
satin
background.
Chin held
high
as the 
smell 
of poverty
looms
from
the pines
behind.
Heart glowing
over the
rusty
peeling paint.
Generational
struggle
wrestles with
the evening
summer
run of a 
child
wanting better. 
Songs of
country
and western
sing in 
the night 
air as the 
beat up
trucks
roll by.
Just another
night in
the 
Polka Dot Pine.