Wrote this when I was 18 or 19.
Still can’t decide if it is tolerable or just bad, but it is March, so I post it.
View from the Third Floor
Under the gray awning of a late March sky,
The grass grows green and knows not why
While people tucked in plastic sleeves
Glide fast upon the walk—fitful streams.
Brightly colored umbrellas sway—
Hide bobbing heads and torsos.
Voices echo soft between
The aged buildings of the green.