street photography…

broken windows
life’s dreams
jagged edges
of
hope
seen
from
time’s curbside
now
lying in the gutter
along
with
frayed pieces
of
humanity
and
discarded
bottle caps
of
religion
all
awaiting
the street cleaner
called
death

 

grab bag…

before
the teacher
could monitor
the process
the stronger children
had grabbed
the bag
and
removed
all its contents
so when
the most
timid child
reached into the bag
and
smiled broadly
the teacher
asked
why are you smiling
nothing’s
left
the child
replied
i’ve found
an untouched dream