, , ,

fellas taking pizza and running

towards the river.  the sloppy

tomato sauce is sauntering down,

with gravity, spilling on a flag and

joining the throngs of young people

who want living wages and

success for days beyond they

are allowed.  The winter comes, the summer

comes, the joys of youth become the

joys of adolescence and the

knives of strangers become the

daggers of friends.