Intersection of Innocence
The fire hydrant let loose
filling in the sidewalk cracks
with social acceptance
washing away the unvoiced.
Our bodies were busy coming of age
unregulated
by traffic lights
at the intersection
of adolescence and adulthood.
We were held
underneath the allergenic sun
of poverty
and everyone was a
prisoner of its state.
The watch tower of plants
presided over us
and mended our vulnerability
one
by
one.