Ghost
PRESENTS
City Child
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I had stopped, this night, at a corner where the traffic lights
flaunt their tricolour blooms in monotonous cycles.
I noticed the child as he stood, his bare feet clasping the
pavement, his short dressing gown revealing pale limbs
like the stems of sun-starved seedlings.
His face was sharp, honed perhaps by a knowledge of the
alleyways.
In a world of bitumen and towering glass,
he watched the hurrying crowd, unconscious of their buffeting,
and scanning faces anxiously; whom did he seek?
Sometimes he glanced upwards where the god Neon
embroidered the midnight sky with garish dogmas.
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How I wish that child the tenderness of grass beneath his feet,
soft foliage to brush his hands.
But most I wished him a blossom tree
to cast confetti petals on his sad scarecrow hair.
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The lights changed. The cars behind me registered impatience.
Guilty in my warm comfort I pressed the accelerator,
knowing I would be haunted by the small figure
remaining in the petrol fumes of his concrete chasm where the
warehouses reared like sandstone cliffs in a dark forest of
factories.
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lol. We were tag team partners in WIM. We are former VI bretheren. thankyou for the feed.
