social diversion

i stared up in wonder
at glistening lights,
Las Vegas neon.

yet they are left with crayons
instead of pens.

the bonfire is burning
like a candle in the midst of a forest fire,
i feel somewhat small.

yet the tall towers empower,
giving them a reason to look up.

as i drag my feet along the mud
i remember the pearly gates
and golden steps –


how could you understand?

you speak as one who has travelled
who has stepped on stone, not velvet.
yet your soles are soft,
much like the body on your back,

what do you carry?

that you would care to share with us.

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