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Lamented Streets
Lamented Streets
David J Walker
I bring the village and
The villagers follow
Each a part of the past of
a distorted dream
the energies of the city
magnetize everything
in its path
what I miss is the quiet
of a former reality
the colors clearly defined
the air unsoured and aroused
the waters translucent and pure
a wind with real meaning
a moon clearly seen from a Mesa
the sweet smell of a mesquite fire
by the lake
I bring the villagers who are inarticulate
In the urban foreign vernaculars of
The vulgar streets of daily disasters
Where every song sung is a lament
For sad listeners longing for an
Escape to simple settings
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