Sidewalk's neon sign overcomes twilight
- its torchlight showing flashy wares
in our modern society - - muscle
cars and 30-story glass towers
bragging of man's prowess - - more valuable
than a homeless man's cardboard hut
on the sidelines of a busy street
looking up in awe at the tallness of jeweled
buildings - - where am I? he asks
in the business of another
day's traffic - - its higher than
someone's prayer path from
the backwoods of a small village
whence some men first sought success
where the wilderness of life
has a capacity for dysfunctional
living and harshness on spirits. Love
them much in your climbing to the stars.
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