What Happened to the Squirrels in Saint Louis?
20 September 2007
I saw a little bit of everything
crossing a busy street:
Union Avenue, Saint Louis
where every soul is subsumed:
pimps and prostitutes, wino philosophers,
the homeless and destitute, comic book
stores and barbershops, a kaleidoscope
of souls and sounds and surrender.
No two ways about it,
Union Avenue was entropy:
a rumble of cars, hot pants, and people,
just regular, Saint Louis people
standing on the corner, standing in front of
storefronts fronting: sin and redemption.
It's all good and it's all bad
to a thirteen year old
living in his imagination. Imagination
is about all you have
at thirteen years old,
knowing just enough to get in trouble
but not quite enough to get yourself out
like a gray squirrel crossing a busy street.
© 2007, Satya J. Gabriel