Sunshine And Digital Ghosts
by Samuel De Lemos
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.