#3

Hush, there!
Look at 'em, now:

Silently slithering
Through sordid streets
Into rabbit holes
And out of opium dens.

Here they go,
These heathen children-
Thirsty for more.
Seeking the unfound
Stories that lost
Themselves, somehow
In the dervishing whirls of time.

Let me follow their trail
A little while longer
Let me
Breathe their
     heat
Sing their
     nights
Touch their
     joyful-half-baked-dreamsoftomorrow.

Let me go
For a minute more
To taste wildness
In a world
That knows not
Of the word: Caution.