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

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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.

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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

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the little man is alone beyond his nurturer’s release

in last night’s memory, today, his walk shares peace.