“Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
Chim chim cher-ee!
Da da du
Da da du
Da du, De ummm” (Mary Poppins)
Some say the city she never sleeps,
down seep her tears
past doorways, through gutters
like rain on the grime
chalk marks fade ~
stick ball innocence - matures.
To marry anger with guns
or paint graffatic rainbows,
dreams seem obscene, obscure
beyond her limits.
“It's a beautiful noise
Made of joy and of strife
Like a symphony played
By a passing parade
It's the music of life” (Neil Diamond)
Grass grows though concrete cracks
as fostered flowers embrace the sun
and weeds learn to bloom;
let dreams return,
sweep the stoop of each others coop,
forgive the anger…
unity knows no shame
listen to song of the city
her heart beats
where the children play.
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