Hey, here I am still in Shanghai and the days are passing slowly in the drizzle. I can't tell if the clouds are low or the smog is thick, but there is a dreariness that surpasses even this Fraser Valley boy's experience. The cool thing is that the heart is still pumping the juice of life, and the brain is still recieving signals from Papa so my spirit is lifted.
The Streets of Psalm 23
There was a street
Whose memory was beat
'Neath the souls of mean feet
And 'twas no mean feat
To erase the hate in the heat
Burning beneath my feet
In eyes all 'round, indiscrete
Hard like broken concrete
Yet even here....I did eat!
(Brad Koop Jan 2004)
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