A Walk In New York | Teen Ink

A Walk In New York MAG

By Anonymous

   Dank, cool morning

Rushes up to greet me emptily

As my feet drag forward, up, along

Endless broken sidewalks.

Quietly I trip down my way

Pulled and pushed by rushing pedestrians

My shoulders flex, nose quivers

Breath billows from my mouth and nostrils.

I lose myself in sighing

Within the shuffle of the street

Walkers scurry by

And having lost all peripheral vision ...

Crash into one another -

Yet still, flesh on flesh

Gazes drop down to cold pavement

Hearts of stone flash blindly

In the morning air.





Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.