This is Where We Live

This is where we live.

Water pours through concrete grates and waterfalls from the cloud dappled sky.
Breezes off the winding waterways tickle sun burnt necks.

This is where we live.

Children mischievously, selfishly thrust apart the colored lines -
joyful monsters parading, cascading daringly across the streets.
Pinstriped, sea-shelled blondes suck down yellow wine under the verbose awnings -
while the sun lights up blinding, white washed quarrels -
lovers matched in melee interrupted by shaded palms.

This is where we live.

This is where I live.
Jotting down thoughts of joy for I cannot hold them in my shattered head.
Watching the little girl in the ruffled golden suit spinning wild fantasies in the fountain.
Waiting for something - someone - some time to pass.

This is where I live.