Desperately seeking something on Alberta St.
On a hot July day, Alberta Street is drenched in sun Shy of shade Itself and not, some of its relentless graffiti painted over Probably to no avail. In its art galleries, some samples perhaps outshine the tattered street art Some fall short. A restless kind of day, wandering into this shop, that arcade Looking at this and that. All who wander -- all who wonder -- are not lost Or are they? And still -- the art lifts my spirits, and the dense twisted graffiti, angry, playful, spirited, full of angst Makes me laugh. All attempts to reach our fellow humans for the most part fail. We express our thoughts, expose our feelings laugh or roar, rain or shine Whether we wander the unruly world or stay curled on our beds. If the world is listening, it's not saying.