The art of walking six blocks downtown seems lost-
while walking them, i noticed no companion travelers,
and i take a drag of a cigarette as i pass by masses crowded
at bus stops, waiting on lines that won't take them much
further than where they're at. it's forty five degrees outside
and these poor saps are too afraid to step out of their lockstep
(or really, step anywhere if they can avoid it)
to experience the world spinning around them.

i've known myself to fall prey to the idea that
ease is always the better solution, but on
a day like today, at a time like right now,
it doesn't even seem like there should be a
choice about it; and yet, to excess,
we wait for the bus to take us six blocks
to a destination not in our desires, but
only in our obligations;

o, were the journey sweeter
perhaps where next we go would taste far better
but in the cluttered smog of cityscapes,
the artists palette is stuck to bitter;
and to this end, the city street sidewalks
sit silently still as we talk;
we are missed, i suppose.

02/21/2007

Posted on 02/22/2007
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