Taco Salad

The desire to
Leave my mark,
Erect a monument
In honor of my
Creative ambition.
Snowmen.

Laying flat on
The cooling cement.
Watching the sunset,
A metaphor for our
Waning days of freedom.
Sunburn.

A rotted stench,
Encircling my lungs
As I trot along,
Cursing the morning frost,
The early hour.
School.

Hopeful inspections of
The vacant dirt plot.
Watchful eyes documenting
The invader's retreat,
Slowly, slowly giving way.
Rain.

-1/29/09