by fred chun
(Torrance, Ca)
The streets whisper screeches and honks
The park yells out screams and hollers.
As the plastic bag runs down a street
A wallet eats five dollars.
The trees on the sidewalk start to dance
The plants start to sway.
The sunset settles in the west
A new beginning in May!
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