As hope is the younger sister to fear,
so is diversity among people the standard for nature.
I know the balconies in the streets of Vencie Beach, on which young people laugh serenely
whom green gold let lose touch with reality.
I know the balconies in the navel of the pecuniary city of Beverly Hills,
where there -besides marijuana- parents' money is a smile.
I know the balconies in poor ethnic boroughs of LA where ignorance of tomorrow produces
a smile while you smoke marijuana.
On every of these balconies no reason longs today for knowing tomorrow!
The insolent tomorrow has in it this carefreeness
for which the weak mind has to pay with fear.
Is the promise of better tomorrow a cure for fear?
Let us skip the notion of tomorrow.
We'll take a breath more calmly.
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