“The Beauty We Don’t See” By Clay Mills

Clay Mills (age 13)

THE BEAUTY WE DON’T SEE

Followed by pigeons
And an untamable stench

A man closes fingers around a newly found meal

His bloodshot eyes watch the streets
His white beard floats
As the cold approaches

He huddles within the confinement
Of a worn black coat

Sitting on stone steps
Covered with blankets and shirts

Two companions beg
For the occasional penny
From a passerby
And clutch at a self-made sign

Beneath bridges
The wheels of carts screech
The men and women talk

They are grateful
One puts an arm around another

One hands another
His worn black coat

from 2016 Rattle Young Poets Anthology

__________

Clay Mills: “Poetry is a way to convey many messages with the same lines. It gives me a more abstract way to express the way I see the world and interpret it. When I write poetry, I am able to express myself in a way that only poetry allows me to. While writing poetry, I feel I can do anything.”