foreign through sight

these people that I see,

  when they walk with their flutes
  staying at crosswalks

  while children on bicycles with their playtime charm
  discuss biographies about great trees,
  gladden at icecream and harvest the
  plums so gradually in plenty

get ready for the winter the way squirrels
do, remember the
old
holidays

……………………………………………………………………………………………………..>>
…………………………………………………………………. more mega poetry yahoo ..>>