as i walk my streets daily with my dog, we find all sorts of curiosities to explore, sniff, and ponder. then the words seem to find space in my head, and demand release.
here is another one of those walking poems that won't stay quiet.

Lilacs, honeysuckle
Urine and death
Pungent aromas
Combine in an urban perfume
That evokes the reality of living
In the city streets.

Life is here,
Amidst the beauty and garbage
Waiting to be discovered
Attempting to establish roots despite
The overwhelming odds
that smell of decay and despair

Hope springs eternal,
But reality hits early
As asphalt, grime and filth
Attempt to strangle the
Tenders shoots of beauty and joy
Who will tend the garden of souls
Planted in the urban streets?