misty mornings
mellow meet
along the river
down the street
where old friends
greet the coming of
new dawnings
I listen quiet
as sea gulls screech
and rats upon
their morning beat
slide between the
rubbish heaps
eagle eyed and sullen
I wonder if
when I was born
this evil street
that pours its scorn
was ever kind to children
but by the grimy prison wall
I hear the screams
and heed the calls
for freedom

12/18/2008