Monday poetry
The sunny blue skies seemed to crash.
And the little girl in front of the coffee shop came crashing down with them.
Was the presence of this cookie so important
That she had to scream and yell.
She was the lightning to the storm

People’s eyes turned to stare.
Mouths starting to whisper
But the screaming never stopped.

Her mom was about to blow
No one could stand anymore of her kids’ show.
But just like that
As I crossed the street all of those sunny skies came back to me .