Upper X

Midtown Sacramento 1 Minute

I wonder if slobs ever leave the dankness of their concrete jungle,
Walk down the street.
Stand in the sun watching cars on the freeway,
Palms in the landscape.
Wishing they had somewhere to go,
Could sleep under a tree,
Lie in weeds.
If they do, I never see them.
I’m lucky to be a dreamer,
A block and a half from Paradise,
A few steps from my darkness.

Published by David Vaszko

David Vaszko writes with hope and passion, presenting strong opinions about the soulless times we live in. One of the theories of art is that art is a way for the artist to make sense of a world he feels uncomfortable in. That description fits Mr. Vaszko's purpose in writing. David does not use a lot of words. He believes most people, writers or not, use too many words. We hope that our readers receive meaning, inspiration, and enjoyment from his writing. Tell your friends, family, and colleagues about the work of David Vaszko.

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