Changing
Ways
It
was
an
intersection.
An
easy
drop
off
but
the
concrete
digging
into
the
front
of
my
sneakers
dragged
more
than
my
good
will
and
fortune
across
the
spotted
white
line.
Things
change
except
us.
We
say
we
do
but
it’s
only
a
shirt
and
pants.
The
brain
patterns
waves,
and
signals
all
send
the
same
molecules
to
the
same
limbs.
Our
eye
color
changes
as
often
as
our
conscience.
By
Brian
Simpson
18