Opportunity, II

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Grace whispers soft, her voice distinct,
rain falling through a chain-link fence

‘Opportunity wears a shade-filled face
basked in sunshine, baked in waste

and a time span, like molasses
outrun by few
despite the masses

unlike the slow
sweet pour of condensed milk,
quickly evaporating

Watch her peep
behind grey stone wall

dream long and sweet
or not at all.’

(This is Part II to Opportunity poem. Click here to read Pt I.)

Max Smith is a writer and community relations specialist. Jamaican by birth, New Yorker by soul, she is dedicated to the discipline of writing courageously and letting creativity be her guide.