NOT FAR FROM HERE

The sidewalk is a stream, a playground,

an escape without arrows to point the way out.

Fallen stars, the scattering of dreamers

believing in second chances, light the city at night.

Children remain close by, guarded by the fences

of stern warnings.  Their visions asleep as they

accept the ideas of less.  Surrounding aromas

are a conglomerate of ethnic layers, colorful and exact,

yet disengaged.  A frenzy of motion arises when a

traffic light turns green.  Everyone wants that place

where they are joined to something.

 

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