The Breath of God

I often dream of my youth, lying on the roof

of the apartment house in which we dwelled.

Oliver’s woodlands surrounding my reveries;

the false aromas of nature filling my imagination;

the iridescent beauty of the pansies,

and the fields of bluebells surrounding

remembered Quonset sub-divide at Shanks Village

bringing thoughts of happiness to this boy

lost in the world macadam streets. . .

and concrete sidewalks.

The breath of God seeping through

the dirt and the crime of the city,

bringing true Joy to a young heart.

Published by rkcdlitt