Colored street filled with strange life
Young children run naked through the fire hydrant streams
Clothed with the warm caress of Mother Sun
Lovers locked together by secrets
Shove their affections into the onlooker's eye
The tavern spills out their seed-baring patrons
Holding their posterity in warm grip
And the forgotten young negro
Runs into the forest far from sullen city
He knows the trees will listen
And kinky hair covered in twigs and caterpillars
On half-eaten leaves
Protrude from within the mulberry bushes bright with red freckles
He hides
He hides
And he hopes
With child-like naiveté
That the knot holes will swing open
And show the belly of the oak's nectar
And erase his forgotten life
His forgotten life