Diamonds in the Gutter
Smiles flashing,
like memories
of some distant sun,
they pursue
the soccer ball
with feral glee.
Their communication
is joyous,
a staccato burst,
an ethnic melange
born of the urgency
of the streets.
They are aware,
but do not see
the syringes, condoms,
empty bottles;
an alternate reality
from another world.
Dealers, junkies,
pros, and winos:
all known and greeted equally
by these small,
energetic
dreams of tomorrow.
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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