In the city

Christmas Morning
By GC Smith

A kid on city streets
in the wrong place
at the wrong time
stands in the way of
a bullet’s trajectory
that rips through
his mortal flesh

A kid on city streets
in the wrong place
at the wrong time
drops a package
festively wrapped
in green and red
and meant for her

A kid on city streets
in the wrong place
at the wrong time
lies in his blood
while she waits
for him to come
on Christmas morning

His Christmas will
never come again
but hers will come
each year as memory of
that kid on city streets
in the wrong place
at the wrong time