Poem: A Vision of What We Are to Become Collapsed into Dreaming aNew

As children we laid on our backs dreaming
Those dancing thoughts of what we would become
Taking up sticks that became things imagined
We rode ponies and slayed dragons in conquering visions
Until streetlights came on and exhausted we collapsed
Slumbering once again dreaming up something new

Poem: Empty Streets for Empty Souls

Empty streets feel lonely
Even in the yellow lights
Of ever burning street lamps
Casting pale shadows
On late evening wanders
Meandering cracked paths
Leading to locked doors
Shuttered windows dark
No safe harbor in the night

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