Someone once told me
Life is an art of subtraction
And her eyes were to mine
The camera's lense to the moment's landscape
I now walk to the rhythm of the outbreath
These sidewalks,
Veins to the body of the New City
And only pity's death grows with each bum's
Pathetic wrinkling outstretched hands.
Even this shadow seems limper with memories now.
Last goodbyes replicate over the timeline's design
And as drops of rain ornament the air
I decide to defy my clothing, my hair
Focus on stepping over sidewalk cracks.
Out of habit, remnants of childhood,
That "keep breathing" mantra is recalled,
My kindergarten teacher taught it to me,
Maybe today will be the first day
No one stranger smiles.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment