I’VE WALKED THIS LONG MILE
So many, many times
Where nothing seemed to have rhymed
The planes and trains
The familiar strains
The glances
The stares
Where no one really cares
The black and white
When we feel all is right
The hidden eyes
Oh what a disguise!
Or is it a surprise?
The illusionary illusion
Deluded by delusion
The cable cars
Rattle and rattle
Shaking our very being
Cursory, desultory
This urban life
So cosmopolitan
Where there is so much strife
We live, we breathe
But we carry on with our lives
Not knowing
Never knowing
Our neighbor’s lives
How they survive
Do they survive?
The cursory hello or goodbye
A high five
The vehicles rushing by
Focused, focusing
Not looking side by side
Eyes peeled
Hands on the wheel
Sullen looking morose
The cobbled streets
So uneven under our feet
Where we could gather and meet
But no one seems to bother
It’s a world so impersonal
Where is the interpersonal?
Gone? With the way with life
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
7th April 2014
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