Dedicated to anyone whose wish has yet to reach them.

Conceived Monday, September 9, 2013, as a Creative Writing homework attempt.

 

As he walks through the dusty street, the island sun

Beats down on his neck, his face, his arms.

Can’t I just escape the heat? If only it wasn’t July.

 

Dozens of them swarm over the fruits,

Ecstatic as they swim through the earth’s flesh and blood.

Faced with more life than their lives combined,

Gathered by the unsuspecting girl muttering mutiny.

 

He knows that in time, what he has lost will find him; walks,

Ignoring the stabs of heat, squinting against the blinding light.

Just once, can it not be me? If only he knew why.

 

Keeping hidden, they listen and watch as she

Laments her fate to their confidence.

Maya is her name, and she hates her grandma.

“No appreciation…sun…market smells like pigs.”

 

Opening his eyes against the glare, he finds himself standing

Parallel to the road, surrounded by magpies in suits.

Quiet…won’t you let me think? If he only he could just die…

 

Rumors fly as flies

Swim, bogged down by juicy misconception.

There will be a feast like they’ve never imagined.

Unbelievable. Where has this girl been all their lives?

 

Veer left – no, right – yes, there it is. Home.

With a sigh, he enters, and faces a wall of

Xeroxed worry. Mom, Dad, Grandma. Sorry I’m late.

 

“Yeah, yeah. Just sit down next to your sister.”

 

Zipping, zooming, zigging, zagging – ZAP! “Just some pesky flies. Go on, eat.”