Sunshine And Digital Ghosts

by Samuel De Lemos

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Corner of Taylor and Jefferson—acoustic guitar licks amplified, mixed with the
Smell of car exhaust, boiled crab, and cheap perfume.

Web-footed
Seagulls trying to get a morsel—
It’s life’s constant paradigm.

Sunshine and salt aired breeze while
Drinking imported brown papered beer,
Catching a glimpse of city life.

People with places to go—
It’s the universe moving one sneaker at a time.

The whistle of a yellow billed Starling, trying to make an impact, squabbling over leftover scraps left on white spotted city sidewalks.

Everyone is looking for a
place in life.
Somewhere that’s just like paradise; a

place to hear the music, a

place to stroll the kids, a

place to rest one’s feet, a

place to drop some coins; play Pacman , while squirming away from digital ghosts, a

Place to understand the poetic, a

Place to hear the beat, the indelible, unmistakable
Rhythm of the street.

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