I saw a number of urchins
On the large ground
Each playing with himself
Gloating over some mystery found.
Building their palaces
With pebbles, making thrones
Mixing muddy sands
With sun-bleached stones
No one talked with the other around
With their narrow vision each was bound
For each one
This was a home
A distinguished abode
On the horse of imagination
Each one rode
Suddenly came
A hurricane
And a sandstorm
Shattering their images
All their work
Each extended his hand
To catch
Other for support
With ability to match
Do we need a hurricane to come together?
