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
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