A lost chance to be
Something more interesting
A time gone now that
The music has changed
The spirits of the people
Have left the parks
Where have they scattered?
We’ve yet to know
I like to imagine
That the trees have
Absorbed them all
Where the sidewalks sparkle
And the cement bends
There are souls living there
Memories of the magic
Excitement for life
To be thought of as living
On in the heartbeat
Of us all and in the
Drumming pulse
Of the street
A rattle and a bell
A ringing story for
An opposite conclusion
For death I escape
Into a departure for
My love of the moon
Sixty years ago
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Poétique 