Suzy On The Boardwalk by Suzae Chevalier
In New Jersey in nineteen sixty eight
I was two years old and feeling great.
The sun shown brightly on my pink dress
my hair blew into a tossed little mess.
I went under fence with metal bars
following my brother and sister
who were not far.
I imitated them with keen eye
I caught everything they did try.
I did venture on my own
“a curious child ” I was told.
The board walk has changed a lot
visiting in the nineties
Trump casino with my aunts.
I can now see poverty across the street
while people gamble their money
away into defeat.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 14, 2016