Town

My street, as I walk
I see the red, yellow, and green
Of the stop lights
All the beeps of car horns

My neighbors, smell
Like a barbeque
The look Frank gave
Me in his backyard

The park full of green
Grass and different shapes
The shape of a hexagon
No animals in sight

Leaves all around
My towns like a ghost
So shy and bashful
The earth comes together

The woods, so scary
And dark, the trickles of
Leaves on the ground
Nothing anywhere to be found