Slowly they roll along sandy-strewn walks,
urban burros laden with packs of street finds:
hulking bags filled with aluminum,
plastic, and glass. Their gold transmuted to nickels,
each one a find and a fortune;
successful prospector. The
gait of a cowboy, the steed an old cart.
The dreams are the same as the seekers of old.
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September 21, 2009 at 5:43 am |
I like this, I like the correlation between the two worlds and your use of alliteration that draws the images.