So this I have yet to reedit ....
On the streets I stand and see. My eyes preceive lucious mountains and aspen trees. The trees so yellow, and then naked like a child. Free swaying in the harsh breeze; on the streets I stand and see
people walking
people talking
people moving
people shopping.
as I travel on the road, roaming, without a home, I walk and stop to talk,
I walk and stop to look,
at all the people.
The people laughing, both tall and small,
the people buying, a disco ball
to dance their dance and move to the rhythm that they so choose.
I step with my feet, on the rocks, in aspen park, the roads are dark with swarms of people, red lights and cars, hotels and steeples. Libraries so large, police in police cars and me, stepping with my feet. Left, right, left, right, I look and see you, me, and a rock. I jump, I hop, from rock to rock and find myself reading a poem about love. Rocks scaterred on the grass so green, leaves blowing in the breeze, the sun shining down on me.
Rivers flowing on and on, sunsets, snowfalls on the lawn, and all is white. Light! A magical winter wonderland. Reflections sparkle, snowflakes fall to build a wall of white.
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