Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ "The Kids by the Tower..."
The kids by the Tower, under the bridge, on some corner of a beach, in some forgotten Piazza or failed construction landfill, a forest now mowed down in the name of Progress, the kids, latch-door kids, out too late under a flickering Neon or streetlamp; a twilight syndrome, a GIG where the Orchestra forgot to show: The kids, now disappeared?
The kids under the Tower, kissing the MAW of Tomorrow, skate-boarding their limited Yesterdays in the PLACE where they played, LOVED to play, where they grew, where they fell in love, where they Mated, then disappeared, GULPED, now usurped into the mainstream of adult oblivion?
The kids by the Tower, UNDER the Tower now sit at separate tables, minding their P's and Q's! Communication is a Cell Phone. No phone? No Life. Successful Strangers! ... So FAR have the kids who played in forgotten Piazza's have come...Unguided by the Adult Tower, and in anticipation of the NEXT generation.
c 2016/davedelacroix/hotel Miramare/pozzallo/Sicily.
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