little boy wants blues

slight twitch to the grin

and slouch into skateboard

a pallor that matched his thin

body, as loose as a cord,

wandering along I halt

at his polite request to chat

"can I ask you " faltering

"weird thing" touched hat

nodding to encourage more words

I am fascinated by youth in a corpse

"can you help" tone discord

"score diazepam" more discourse

"I am an epileptic and have

lost my meds". I shake my head

and point into the space above

where green cross lights his threads