Nobody Cared
By admin • May 3rd, 2009 • Category: Poetryby Charles I. Perera
Saturday, February 14, 2009
As I walk on the pavement, pouring rain.
Rain pours in buckets,
Never so much rain in this Golden State,
Cars speed on the highway, splashing water like speed boats.
Clouds hang heavy, dark and wet.
Plucking and squeezing squirts of life force.
Everybody and anybody is busy or looks busy, helter and skelter they go
Cars pass with splashing water and mud,
Joggers jog paying no attention without even a nod,
Gutters overflowing, gale force winds crushing the trees
As I scurry along, scanning the walkway to clear off any debris
I catch a glance,
The wind howls like a freight train,
I move closer and closer
IT IS OLD GLORY!
Lying on the side of the road with twigs intertwined,
Silt and soil stained from the gushing water.
People pass, cars pass . . .
Nobody bothered to pick her up!
A mist hangs with this somber moment.
I pick her up, all damp, dirtied.
She felt warm to my touch as a lover would.
One night I dreamt of her,
Never to expect, a sudden chance meeting so soon,
I felt my emotions rise with anger, as nobody cared to take her to safety,
Generations bled for her glory,
As I caress her colors, the wilted stars of the spangled banner,
Memories transpire of lost images of yesteryear,
I rush to the warm glow of my home sweet home.
There I rest her in eternity of that meeting on that fateful day, remembered.
Copyright 2009, Charles I. Perera.
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