Cross the street with marble concrete built to form
everyday without a thought this seems the norm.
Look about the avenue and see the eyes that meet
traffic likens by autos, bicycles, walkers compete
A child nearby cradled in the nurtured hands of mom
recalls how fast the cars go by, from whence they come
he hasn’t any clue yet now the world around so cool
this is where I belong mom, certainly not in school.
We wonder where our lives have gone, beyond main
broken concrete, along with littered streets remain
the eyes and postures look the same, yet today
we wonder always where now is might be the way
the little man is alone beyond his nurturer’s release
in last night’s memory, today, his walk shares peace.