a child, a squinty-eyed youth
huddling in the street corner
searching, looking, at the pieces of silver
scattered, embedded in the dark, dark soil
stubby nose and brunette, crouching
low like a chesapeake blue crab,
shuffling with deft cunningness,
eyes pried for the shards of lost glimpses,
of unforeseen specks wandering lost
in an inconceivable oblivion,
and there the child crouches,
eyes pried and squinted amidst the glaring
brightness projected form
a thousand burning suns,
and here the child sees, touches
the intangible threads emanating
from the fibers of raw imagination
fueling the gaze to peer at the stars, the galaxies
to create a world which surpasses
beyond the dingy pavement at the corner,
embedded with shards of silver