Like yellow
Furry
Spring chicks
or
Ducklings in canals
They
Flock
on yellow
bikes
Lost
Searching
Directionless
Big eyes
take in
nervous
but
hungry
Mother hens
guiding
with opened
umbrellas
and
little flags
Light flashes
Backpacks
filled
with smoke
And gentle
Murmur
Of voices
Changing dynamics
Creating
a
Buzz
Sun grins
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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