
I see my reflection depicted
upon window panes
perched upon concrete,
mindful, as emotion wanes
amongst landscapes nestled
amidst skyscrapers
as lashes shutter
upon humans summarizing papers
A pauper sings
a speech to plastic metal boxes
had beneath trunks
embodying treetop skyboxes
where birds squawk,
an squirrels scramble
dramatically up bark laden brambles
they are oblivious
to the burgundy bricks meticulously stacked
encasing fleshy parasitic shells
and metallic frames packed
that beam rays
while zooming past on asphalt paths
there are army ants crawling
haphazardly swarming
up from concrete cracks,
as a rollie pollie rolls past,
a formation begins forming
A woman in a loose fitted purple dress
purposefully strolls past the sidewalk
she travels swiftly
by an old man seated,
moving on toward a crosswalk
The old man shrouded in puffs of smoke,
casually flicks ashes
an stares beyond his feet
while a young man struts,
with a heavy laden pack upon his back
to beats of every tweet tweet tweet
The air whooshes
branches sway an wave
as their green fans flutter
another man appears
decked in a business suit
an adorned with a mustard colored tie
He paces beside a pillar
a coffee cup firmly gripped
an a lit cigarette in hand,
beside sauntering caterpillars
Minutes silently inch past and moments pass
While I listen to fan blades spinning like rhythmic cymbals...
What do you see?
Written May 28, 2019



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