Walking-Tristan Franz
Walking
By Tristan Franz
I find myself on these streets
alone with the ghosts
in the shadows of towers
that reach for the stars,
i find myself strolling,
slow motion at most,
in sparkling tinted windows of expensive cars,
uptown, walking down
where columbus avenue starts
and condescending people
talk about the time,
where there are no bodegas
or cheap hot dog carts
i find myself zig zagging,
abandoning the line,
past fancy stores that sell i’m not even sure what,
the breeze cuts my neck while everyone sports scarves,
and i still haven’t found someone else yet but
I find myself easy
in a world that tries so hard.
Copyright C. 2008 Tristan Franz