living in city
duck pond amidst turmoil
where the homeless sleep

morning paper
harbinger of good and ill
I’ve no time for it.

grey high rise shadows
dandelions thrive in cracks
no more garden here

rain slicked boulevard
life in neon jungle
colored potpourri

ten cell phones ringing
relaxing cup of latte’
at Starbucks Cafe

purple vinca blooms
nobody seems to care
a grid-locked freeway

wild horses roam
stampeding metal ponies
smoking along the way

life in a ghetto
blossoms of graffiti on
a fog-wrapped morning