Stepping Into Transition
A sudden metallic throb
strikes me threadbare-
drawing me -- jittery
into a progrssive cavalcade
like myrobalan tapping
the lost energy breathing
into a new Haven .
Rain battered city sreets,
unmappable beyond our ken;
there still, more than the urchins,
the tattered clothes rowing the
paper boats immersing in water,
their sad predicament, their masters.
Their only reprieve is watery pastime .
What transition for these flooding
into rims and beyond boundary line?
what redemption for those roofless
lifeless,yet hanging on their coired breath?
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