-1-

Plucky patches grow
Forcing color upon gray
Spring Dandelions

-2-

Hypodermic trails
Sticky residue splashed ‘round
Piled broken bottles
Hidden places known yet not
Unseen by all, left to rot

-3-

Unwashed people stand
Begging for scraps in the street
Holding up their signs
“Will work for food, family
To feed” stinking of whisky

-4-

Cracked sidewalks, potholes
Basketball hoops with no nets
Electric wires
Plastic bag tumbleweeds blow
Concrete concentration camps

-5-

Stretching on for miles
Identical houses stand
All in a row like
Tin men on a battlefield
But with whom are they at war?

-6-

A single tree stands
Reaching for the smoggy sky
Trying to breathe as
Thousands of cars putter by
Tis a lonely way to die

-7-

Smelly trash dumpsters
Behind every building sits
Adding their fragrance
To the city air; perfume
So sweet it can make you gag.

-8-

Feral animals
Running wild in the shadows
Fighting for the scraps
Found left over by humankind
Where have the night children gone?

-9-

Bum on a park bench
Sleeping in wine soaked slumber
On a winter night
Under newspaper blankets
Urban antifreeze in use

-10-

Prowling the darkness
Like animals on the hunt
Found in roving packs
One, alone and afraid, gone
Absorbed; now part of the gang