A Street Mural at Cambridge, MA

I wanted to show the artist, including his tools, as part of the mural, his vision of a smiling world a work in progress.




When We Watch Our Chance Pass Us By

We know that each day, each moment, won’t last forever
Everything is fleeting
And that’s what makes it beautiful
And difficult

When we can’t hold in our hands what’s dear to us
It’s an endless bottomless emptiness
What is gone we wish
Would come back

Even as a blur, a shadow
A hint of what was
Or could have been
That single chance lost.