Empty Bottles
They tore the beige house down.
The one on the corner
where the little black girl
used to sit with her grandmother.
The little girl would drink Orange soda.
The grandmother would drink something
that came in a long thin brown paper bag.
Now nothing’s left
but their empty bottles.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
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