February 18, 2008
The plastic palms shone My thoughts a wad of gum The glow from street lamps- A technological dream, and an ignorance. The "NO WAR" sign on Oren's lawn In a colder climate where my roots were sewn. "You don't go to War to start a democracy" I heard within, coming to a panther-like stop At Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Blvd., down South A raggedy soul outside said hello. I looked at him and the many tailights ahead-Like a dozen clown masks laughing insidiously at him, silently. Alas, my vision, in the slow dilation, And unfurl of my well kept emotion focused on the road, waiting for a Change of color perhaps, Even-- A change of Season.