As if blown in by the winds from the east.

Tempestuous.

portraying an intensity only acquired

on cement playgrounds and long subway rides

taking us to places we couldn’t afford

 

long gone are the days of late nights in the snow

turned to grey sludge

traffic, congestion

of people,

people everywhere

pushing forward.

don’t look them in the eye

I learned early

 

no more

I see them

all of them.

 

Here I walk barefoot

in the sand

soft underfoot.
i.i ©