New Orleans in July...

Street sidewalk asphalt black
walking by day caresses backpack;
white tank top bathed of two days sweat
as a shadow stalked by the ghost of regret.

Walk wander daydream
time idle occupy;
occasional reality emerges
the glimpse of a passerby.

Wander gypsy vagrant
homeless quiet destitute;
peaceful tranquil serene
does hope soon take root.

For fear a companion
living in the day;
the prayer tomorrow
may only be this beautiful...

July 2010...new Orleans
sitting on the sidewalk
in front of the public library