On the Block Redux

When the sun falls

And the shadows unfurl

Behind rusting bars

The heartbeats of home lie in snippets of dim blue pulsing.

Across their peeling adobe,

The wind just trots,

But inside them,

A blue screen blares:

“War
Hate
and
disaster
are
imminent
near
you.”

The next day

When sunlight returns,

From the walls there emerge

These tiny creatures en masse.

Eyes reflecting the sky,

They skip past the blare of their televisions,

Whisking out with the wind

As if to find a greater bellowing in the air:

A lived experience.

The rite of ages.

With their heartbeats at play,

Only they know the world that they walk.

J.T.

Author: J.T.

I'm a writer, editor, and photographer with a passion for community development en Los Angeles. While my editing work covers a range of different subjects, my writing focuses primarily on social welfare in the city, including education at L.A.'s public middle and high schools, public transportation planning and efficacy, housing and small business policy, as well as voting turnout for local elections and policy. My photography is similarly city-based, focusing mostly on what makes Los Angeles home to so many working-class people from all across the U.S.A. and throughout the world. Enjoy.

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