Fresno County Public Library Poetry Contest
Sweat, tears, hurried people walking in all directions
people walking like robots pretending to be happy.
The city is like a deadly desert waiting to trap somebody
in its eternal vortex.
Mortal brilliance hiding in the sunset, treacherous volcano
that never falls to sleep'
The city is all that , noise, sweat, craziness, assassins waiting
in the dark to stab you in the back.
Only the Jacaranda tree seems to be normal in the urban jungle.
-- Juan C., Adult