Bottles, candy wrappers, old phone books.
Walking from the bus stop, we get curious looks.
Glad to be out of school, glad to be off the bus,
heading to the Dream Center dancing feet in the dust.
“It’s a yard sale,” said Camarion–it looked more like trash.
“They got put out,” corrected Duran looking for a clash.
A beat up TV rent to own–$4,000 for a $1,000 set.
A dresser, some books, old clothes, and a bed.
All their possessions put out on the street.
Months of no rent, no food, no heat.
Dancing feet glad it’s not where they stay,
but knowing that it could be them one day.
It’s no way to grow up–wondering, despairing, looking over their shoulder.
Praying that friendships and God will make them bolder.
Bold enough to stand, to keep getting up even when they fail–
to keep dreaming and hoping even through a yard sale.