Street Poetry

The walk light flashes go, so I go

At ease I keep footing with my music’s tempo

Each shadow is a chance for my eyes to water unseen

But each passerby wrought with paranoia becomes all too keen

So I flag closer to the bush struggling through the pavement

Just wanna cry one good time before I get to work!

But this problem still remains;

I never quite knew how to let the tears fall, even at my worst

So when they finally decide, they sporadically burst

But this morning is one of frantic restrain as I tramp over the lines

And call your phone for what feels like the one-millionth time

“I’ve figured it out,” I declare to the machine

And hope that I won’t only be causing a scene

In the last rushed movements, I disobey the signs as I cross the street

In my mind I detest how they try and regulate me

It’s not too late for me to cross, and it never will be

I ignore the cars that edge on as I bring my attention to this spindly tree

Its bark seems to be green in the city’s haze of traffic lights

And yet it remains a child of the Earth, a true marvel of all that was once right

Nature continues to prove itself as the true wonderland, forever more

…and just like that, I’m out of time. I have to clock in at my store