Friday, July 6, 2007


Suspended in a tide
Of constant motion
In the immense population
It's expanse greater than any ocean
Things go by without notice
My shoes on the telephone wire
Observing it all in due form
Up where the smoke is but out of the fire
Daily scenes of life below
Day by day goes by
My shoes record all that happens
Under the canopy of the sky
Sometimes there are tears to record
On occasion a smile or two
The procession pays no attention
Most have not a clue
Bright flowers filled with sunshine
Seek refuge in windows with shade
Out of the smog but not the bark of a dog
This is the place where lives are lived
Yet also broken and made

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