than it might seem
He sat
and his thoughts whizzed by
monkeys chittered and chattered
dancing in his head
He sat
and the world whizzed by
strife and troubles yelled and poked
whirling in his head
He sat
and his dreams floated by
promise and hope tickle
soothing instead
He sat
and he settled in peace
listening to silence within
UrchinsSignificant urchins
streaming through
my mind
scratching and tickling
as urchins do.
“Won’t they stop?”
No never, except perhaps
for a sip of fresh made
lemonade occasionally.
