“Unit 4 plus 2”

by | Mar 17, 2013 | Poetry | 0 comments

As ‘Cowbells’ ring at odds o’er concrete land
Sweet strumming strings reverberate midst clay
Latino sound creates from noise at hand
Fond memories lived out “back in the day”
Soft summer’s dawn, with rain kissed touch so rare
Didst cleanse our streets, caressing time as known
Reflecting pavement walks which we still share
Reach out again to make this world our own
Let’s dance before the evening shadows fall
When cloaking sidewalks in their purple hue
A last hurrah pre-empting bugles call
Kick off your shoes to bid this life adieu
For one day soon as you will clearly see
“That’s the way, that’s the way it’s meant to be”


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