Everywhere the streetwalkers go,
In tandem with dogs,
Pushing snoozing babies,
The gossip seekers,
The vendors and the dealers,
A carnival of life; fanfares around me.
Some skit around the echoes
Of promise breakers
And braying, growling cars.
Others, the cracks in the streets
Where they might fall down.
Smokers and thrill-seekers,
Students and grandparents,
Celebrate the sacred and the pedestrian.
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PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
