jackhammers shake my world--
destructive improvement they say.
i say pollution of my silent universe,
a silence that Stillness envies.

grass for concrete--the zero-sum of growth,
making change with the gypsy-notion of
seeking betterment by brick and mortar with
walls razed, walls erected.

while the inside of the facia is crusted-over
with Complacency from devalued worth.
still, briefcase in hand, she trudges onward meeting
the baby-day and clasping it, holding tomorrow.


Charlie Morgan

04/02/2003

Posted on 04/02/2003
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