isee men hurdled

over daily bordens

face drawn

teeth grit

and shoulders drooped with

perspiration of toil

streaming down taut skins wear

from a thousand bread sourcing journeys

pronounced on dusty shoes clad feet.

i se women

some brown-ebony

from the sun’s polish

skins glittering

backs bent

occupied with chores

hands wet with lather

voices raised in chatter

mother calling her young

from the streets

minds set afarther

on the exigencies of survival

mundane things that rool

the mills of our daily existence,

the innocence of the young

exposed in play chattering about

laughing,screaming and giggling gabbles

from naked exuberant bodies

tingles the air

shout from mothers

barks fron dogs

the wisper of leaves

to the caress of the wind

the song of birds on limbs above

all mingle into symphony