ALL ABOUT A JUNKYARD

It's a junkyard.

Yes, it's a junkyard,
seen
from a running bus;
through the window,
a two legged animal would spit
soap stinking tobacco on,
later;
by a twenty six years old boy
or ... young man;
on his way home;
leaving behind and carrying
his love untold and rejected;
gathering the pieces
of his heart
broken in his eyes;
towards a new future
as old as his past.