Poem for Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Beneath the Skyscrapers

I never felt so microscopic but
I scoped you out among
the Mexican peddlers and
corporate America

You saw me, too--

Our gazes stuck together like
two blocks of ice with
beautiful potential energy but
no kinetic energy

Our relationship, in essence--

You walked away down
Commerce St. in a blended urban
fashion and pretended like you
were part of something I wasn't and

Nothing much happened after that--

I drifted beneath the
illuminated skyscrapers and thumbed
a ride to the times before
I knew your name