Mommas' heels tapped a tune <br />on the hard slate floor <br />and it echoed through the hall <br />of the courthouse. <br /> <br />She led me by the hand <br />to the basement <br />and the only public <br />toilets down town. <br /> <br />Floors and walls of tile, <br />metal doored cubicles, <br />urinals in a row <br />against the pale green wall. <br /> <br />Porcelain gleaming white, <br />pink disk drain-placed <br />smelled faintly peppermint <br />and strongly of piss.<br /><br />Roger A. Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-memory-of-urinals/
