Sunlit Remembrances

Clouds block the sun in the afternoon but the cloud cover breaks about four The blazing orb sends its somewhat unwelcome message to the heart of the metropolis The city swelters Near a crowded avenue a young girl sits combing her auburn hair A grey truck heads eastward A peddler sells pretzels A shop is open Beneath the ball of fire Millions of *****sapiens are moving, growing, changing Memory and sunlight two forces which guide all our days Are doing their work We can only plan and yes, hope The city calls to us - it's children we will answer in due time