This neighborhood is a closed obstacle course
And we are the drivers
We spin the steering wheel
And take our chances
We miss the
Thug crossing the street in traffic
Cadillac with no brake lights
Young mother with a stroller walking between parked cars
We pass the
Children at the bus stop
Teenage prostitute
Drug deal in progress
A siren inquires for respect
And we pull over
The police car flashes by
On its way to somewhere else
An apt metaphor, Ben. Reminds me of a favorite Plato quote: "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." And, of course, from another wise man: "Ah...so many pedestrians, so little time..." (Robin Williams). :)
ReplyDeleteKeep your eyes peeled. Your poet's eyes capture things the rest of us barely notice, and it's a blessing to your readers. Thanks for posting.
This makes everyone in the neighborhood seem so resigned. It captures life well.
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