My days are a study in contrast. When I awake:
DogSongs
Ruff and rush through door
Scatter stones, flutter wings
Rabbit-scurry. Morning.
When I drive to work:
The Unsung
Walk the paths
Drive the streets
Look around
Dirt and concrete
Weeds and cactii
Brick, adobe
These abound.
Occasional dog
Mother and child
Old lady pushing a cart
Group at bus stop
Trucks and cars
Signs and buildings
Relentless heat.
Behind the doors
Dark and shuttered
The old squirm
In their diapers
Waiting for some relief
From hunger, boredom
Pain and hopelessness
Their lives have come to grief.
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