A SANDY 2012 MORNING IN NYCA mass exodus,
Side walks are a flowing
Of people,
All walking
From uptown
What do they leave
What do they look for
I try to find someone,
There, there, are they all foreign in America
A man sits on the bench
Stars at a paper
He can not see
I ask him if he wants to hear my poem
Blind and deaf,
Cars
Carry as many
As slowly as these people creep
Along side
Not as freely as those who
Creep in the park
Who have noticed
Now
No other eyes but their own
The runners and bikes, they
Travel against the flow
Thrown off by the gates at
Every entrance to freedom
Nature park
In a city
Pavement spilled over with
What should not be there but is
Element, free...
Also is free
To take his picture.....
Karen 2012
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