Walking The Streets at 4AM |
by Frank Mort Jr. |
Walking the streets at 4am. Day begins anew. Death of night culminates. Painted faces of puberty. Half naked bodies, dimly lighted doorways. Oral sex, front seats, family station wagons, suburban license plates. Fair play of a big city. Justice, mercy and true peace, amongst the willows. Gentleness of life gone. Far cry from, Garden of Eden, cities of this world. Cries heard in Heaven, Sodom & Gomorrah's day. Same answer? |