THE WORLD HIS OYSTER
He would not take a proffered hand to cross the street:
"I'm not a baby anymore. I will wait, abuelo." But he will not wait.
No, he cannot wait for the world to pass him by: no cars nor wars,
landlslides or fires, floods of blood, or trembling babies wetting sheet
Will stop him. Across the street is a pizza parlour. He will not wait.
A. B. Casuga
Mississauga, August 20, 2010
(Louie Martin on a downtown sidewalk.)
August 24, 2010
THE WORLD HIS OYSTER
He would not take a proffered hand
to cross the street:
"I'm not a baby anymore.
I will wait, abuelo."
But he will not wait.
No, he cannot wait for the world
to pass him by: no cars nor wars,
landlslides or fires, floods of blood,
or trembling babies wetting sheet
Will stop him. Across the street
is a pizza parlour.
He will not wait.
--- A. B. Casuga
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