Poem: Perfectly Imperfect


There’s a stain on the sidewalk
It’s a trail of blood
And when it rains
The street gutter does flood
A pole got knocked down
Right into the street
Now there’s only a pylon
And broken plastic at my feet
Bridge towers are rusty
They loom down the block
The streets are all gritty
Everywhere that I walk
I see the beauty
But it’s left with the trash
Littered park lawn
Garbage on grass
Wandering my hometown
Cuts like a knife
Perfectly imperfect
In this damaged life

©2013 James Takeo

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