Summer Madness

Cool and the gang swung by my work.

swept me up with dust clouds tracing our path.

Easy listening on the radio plucked the strings of the guitar.

My back lay slumped in my seat as the breeze soaked into my hair,

giving it life like currents flowing through the LA smog.

the freeways were free and even the panhandlers were at peace.

I rolled up to some sun kissed oranges for four bucks a bag and kissed each seed until it planted itself into the ground. 

Orange trees rose from the cracks this time not to be plucked by migrant workers but hungry children.

And slowly the city changed.

Each shriveled seed planted uplifted concrete.

Cars opened their people and eyes emerged.

each pair lured by golden spheres this time not out of greed,

but wonder.

And the world danced.