Shopping carts

Shopping cards, discarded

on lawns, beached like turtles

immobile on their backs in the sand

delineated ‘bad’ neighborhoods

in our new city.

We were a three shopping cart kind of neighborhood,

which improved over the years.

Here was where I learned not to

walk home alone after dark

or to cross the street if somebody suspicious

happened up on my path.

“Do you know what that’s called?” mama asked, urgently.

 

“Wary,”

the word repeats itself

every time I see a shopping cart

sinister in an alley way or

stranger in my periphery

as I walk home at night.

 

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