The Heidelberg Project Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Taking a wrong turn on to a street
Minding your own impartial business
Trying not to notice the inner city blight
Ignoring the decay and those within it

Discarded toys and rusting bikes and cars
old shoes and draped bodiless garments
Reminding of the silenced joy of better times
abandoned in the middle of dying Detroit

Suddenly there is an assault of attacking
bright colors and psychedelic circles
perfectly constructed… plus painted numbers
adding up to a total of discarded dreams

Abandoned houses glow with florescent hues
Smiling painted faces unsuspectedly peek
from hand painted billboards and a road sign
The experience makes you stop in your tracks

Surrounded by poverty on this magic street
screaming... whispering… look at me… I am
Each multi-colored dot contributes to reality
I am something you can't turn your back on


(7/10/2011)