Intersection of Innocence

The fire hydrant let loose
filling in the sidewalk cracks
with social acceptance
washing away the unvoiced.

Our bodies were
unregulated
by traffic lights
at the intersection
of adolescence and adulthood.

We were brisk shadows
under the sun
of desperation
and everyone was a
prisoner of its state.

The watch tower of plants
presided over us
and mended our vulnerability
one
by
one.