“…and they roamed the dusky streets, wayward”

 

I seen you there,

Asleep in a ditch, dreams spilling out of your body,

And no melons,
And no breads or cereals,
And no off-brand colas,
And not one single grocery.

Dust yourself off,
Stand up tall, stalwart city sentinel.
Now brimming with the street hum and dog bark.

Now you’re something else,
A plaything for troubled youth,
An indelible marker of the city,
An equal portion of the whole.

A cart full of dreams!
A cart contains the void!

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