The little boy runs down the street
in a neighborhood where the clamor
and discontent of a population
swirls down his ears to the brain
as in a funnel imbibing the warnings
on road signs,
he stumbles, falls and rises
and looks for an untrodden lane...
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the little boy runs down, good work. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.