Reflections at the port
By Grannyrosie
Reflections at the Port. Market day, Body odour, Begging seagulls, Colour colliding everywhere. Air permeated with coffee aroma, River pollution assaulting senses, Pockets empty, Blank despair. Humanity packed, River cruiser, Wake washing pylons, Debris so dank. Confusion confines social decay, Outside the boundaries Of comprehension. Imagination. Cacophony, Basketball stadium, Junior hopefuls, Would be, should be. Whistles blowing, pride is showing. Pounding, Dribbling, Bagging. No goals encourage me. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 04:59 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 9
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