FOWC with Fandango: LURE

I don’t get to see

lovely Sunsets at the beach

bursts of color springing up from the flower boxes on my deck

hummingbirds fluttering by my window looking for treats

 

I don’t get to see

women  in clinky  silver jewelry and men in squeaky leather sandals

strolling along the lakeshore, making plans to rule the world

but I  I am lured to them in paintings and song.

 

What I get to see

are used needles, discarded socks caked with feces

half eaten meals in vomit covered plastic containers

springing up from the concrete like noxious flowers

 

What I want to see

is something green, that smells like overripe strawberries

the see that won’t make me sick if I touch it

I want to be a part of that  secret world I don’t have the password to.