My Baby Cries

[WIREMAN]

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Rain pounding down,
train horn echo's
from the B&O,

police cars prowl
historic streets,

heads on swivels,
voices booming
loud warnings
in the morning,

big brother cameras
watching from light posts
saying, "Do ya dare?",

a city market sits
majestic, in silence,

birds sing as fans
hum a tune inside,

upstairs in pain
my baby cries........
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[Doreen Peri]

((((hug))))

[mnaz]

You sketch the edgy fascination of this place well.... tough love and hum of a city, made from (and indifferent to) the latest human agenda(s)...

And the ending leaves quite a bit to the imagination.

[WIREMAN]

hugs back D......this phase (chemo) is a rough road for CJ...
mark thank you my friend.....you seem to understand the essence of what I am trying to convey......

[mnaz]

Mark.... It seems my comments finally broke here, of the sum total of your many fine, quick portraits of your hometown, troubled though it may me. And I hadn't yet read the news of CJ. I will try to send my best positive energy your way. That's about all any of us can do.

[WIREMAN]

thanks Mark...........

[Arcadia]

quimioterapia...auch! it's hard.
I wish you peace, friend. I'll light a vainilla candle right now for you and your family, (I don't know how to pray anymore).

[stilltrucking]

I have no words to say what I feel. Only that I keep you both in heart and mind as much as I can. [ ]


I pray all the time. It is a converstation with G*d. I just don't believe in a super natural G*d anymore.

[WIREMAN]

thank you ST & Arcadia for putting the energy out there.....