Street Children
Cheryl Block
their voices blanketing the air
leaving a soft comfort
i await this each day
these children of the street
eschewing Game Boys and IPods
a reincarnation of 60’s cul-de-sacs in view
a stray tabby scuddles into the gutter
as the hard rubber of basketballs dances the pavement.
the littlest one reaches tall . . .”Mr, help me up!”
all seasons bring them out, these children of the street
grouping for warmth in snow, clatter of
skateboards in warmth . .
how many are there now?
“kids, come in to dinner.”
sweet voices reach me through thick
walls mirroring the disappearing sun
these children of the street
i await the voices . . .
Cheryl Block
their voices blanketing the air
leaving a soft comfort
i await this each day
these children of the street
eschewing Game Boys and IPods
a reincarnation of 60’s cul-de-sacs in view
a stray tabby scuddles into the gutter
as the hard rubber of basketballs dances the pavement.
the littlest one reaches tall . . .”Mr, help me up!”
all seasons bring them out, these children of the street
grouping for warmth in snow, clatter of
skateboards in warmth . .
how many are there now?
“kids, come in to dinner.”
sweet voices reach me through thick
walls mirroring the disappearing sun
these children of the street
i await the voices . . .