Something of more

value

than riches

priceless gems, silver and

gold

is missing

or is at least

harder to find

in certain places and

uncertain times.

 

The ancients spoke of it

as a beautiful person

or a fountain

of eternal reason

an ever accessible

helpmate

and a form of love.

 

So sure in their sentiments –

it must remain

still among us

within us

if lost only within the

distractions, distortions,

the distresses of

everyday life.

 

The stoplight casts its red glare.

A street person furtively eyes a stopped car.

He has something in his hand.

Children meander in the crosswalk.

An old woman reminisces on the corner.

The car radio is announcing another tragedy.

The street person approaches the vehicle.

The driver reaches for his weapon.

 

–Danny Grosso