Paula Doan - Poem: 49, Sec. 3, Cheng-De Road: 6:30 a.m.

Dec. 31, 2012

Morning in the city
waking a new day, a new year.
Sun peeping between the buildings;
a buffet of life.

Waking a new day, a new year;
the clean canvas beckons a brush.
A buffet of life
on the grimy city street.

The clean canvas beckons a brush
to color the gray lives
on the grimy city street.
The woman pushes her cart of rainbow fruit.

To color the gray lives
imperceptibly existing,
the woman pushes her cart of rainbow fruit
Because somewhere he is hungry for breakfast.

Imperceptibly existing,
the broken man hobbles down the sidewalk never looking up
because now he is hungry for breakfast.
The rainbow fruit can nourish his soul.

The broken man hobbles down the sidewalk never looking up,
passing the scooters parked on the sidewalk.
The rainbow fruit would nourish his soul,
but he ignores the 7-11.

Passing the scooters parked on the sidewalk,
sun peeping between the buildings,
and he ignores the 7-11.
Morning in the city.

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