Lessons For The Evening

Lessons For The Evening long poem

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Good evening, class.

Tonight we will discuss the
urban environment of American cities,
the neighborhoods, hoods & enclaves

Of a collection of people, some
who step carefully over glass-
covered sidewalks & play in

Needle-filled parks, who avoid
the homeless men in the corners
of buildings & the barbed wire fences

Surrounding vacant lots, garbage
collectors seem to ignore these
places that need the most attention

In our discussion, we will debate
the need for police to stop
young black & brown youth

As they hurry home from
working long hours to
help support their families

They’ll walk past flickering
street lights, abandoned cars
& vandalized bus stops

There’ll be a quiz on
the conditions of parks
& other gathering places

Be sure to take notes
on the weeds, wild grass
& unique blossoms that

Grow between rusted car
parts, fast food containers
& old letters, stolen by

A desperate person, searching
for a reminder of what it
was like to be remembered

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Shirley Jones-Luke is a poet, writer and educator from Boston, Massachusetts. Ms. Luke was a 2016 Watering Hole Poetry Fellow. She has an MFA from Emerson College. Her work has been published by Damfino, Deluge, ENUF and Fire Poetry.
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