Things I Saw Downtown, Walking On My Lunch Break

Beside the meter

­the lady fishes for her keys,

legs painted Pantone 163.


Within the underpass,

city sleepers spoon the passing traffic;

catch the faint whiff of­­ –­ well, I’d rather not say.




High above the street

on sidewalks blue, rests a solitary figure

amid faint curls of smoke.



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