City

An old woman gazes from a second

floor window as humidity rises

from cracks in the sidewalk.

 

Cars crawl in the street and

pedestrians race the red light

taking it green.

 

I walk slowly and gaze into

exotic shops stopping here

and there.

 

A gallery, a co-op, the news

stand, leather goods and a

coffee house.

 

I smell deisel fumes and stop to

watch a truck negotiating a

right-hand turn.

 

The old woman looks down at

me and says, “They always have

trouble on that intersection.”

~ by Paranormalogistically on July 19, 2012.

2 Responses to “City”

  1. This is one of my favorites. I dunno why exactly, but I really relate to it. I think it’s best when it touches you in ways that surprise you, and this does that. For me, at least.

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