feathery clouds meander across blue sky
hawks circling lazily
and below people walk listlessly
past sunshine coin laundry
bordering spanking new downtown
and acres of parking for suburban visitors.
may we open our eyes to see all of humanity without fear
The area near the clay studio where I work is a study in contrasts . . . to get there I drive past a still-under-construction major sports complex, a new technical university, a major theatre complex and the existing home of the Orlando Magic . . . just blocks away, across the tracks, are crumbling homes, vacant lots, and homeless people wandering the streets toting backpacks, shopping carts, and plastic bags. . . people on the fringes, invisible for the most part to those attending events in the stadiums and theatres nearby. . . it makes me wonder how many people could be housed and fed with just the money allocated to the new video screen on the new sports complex.