BREATHING IN and BREATHING OUT
Out into the hood
I walk the darkened stairs.
The leaves of the trees tease me
with their beauty.
My hungry camera devours them
as I walk the streets
hunting the images.
Game is scarce in the rain
even the most persistent homeless beggars
are under cover.
The hood is one large construction zone
as the gentrification process
takes its toll on the hood.
Can a McDonalds be far behind
the encroachment of a Starbucks?
While the living hood is still
breathing in and breathing out.
JWL
I so love the pictures that you take in the rain - human beings with their
faces cleansed of dirt and of pain - If beggars rode horses they'd both
poop on the street - best to keep the former upright upon his 2 feet - with
grocery cart and puppy dog to carry bedroll and a largepack- b&e's in the
night to feed another needle track - The leaves and the girls have a beauty
of their own as you take wonderful pictures around a hood you call home-be
well my old friend-billy
Each photo has it's own story as does each individual that walks the earth.
Even in the down side of fall when the earth begins to dry up and
darken with the decay of time gone by, therein lies hope of rejuvination to
come as the browns and grays hide what was and what will some day be.
sunday greetings, old boy! have finally gotten around to this. don't know
what to make of your poem yet- the symbolism & metphorical structure are
complex. saw Anthony Holland many years ago as Shylock in a very impressive
production of " Merchant of.." he was hugely powerful.I make my spaghetti
somewhat differently. hope you like our stew later on today. cheers, K.8
A feast for the eyes as well as the mind. I really like the pauper giving
his furry prince a ride.