SHIFTING TIDES
Long thick lines. The gathering
of waiting under city clouds.
Anxious shoes and a suddenness
of delirium stretches like sleep being
thrown off. The mumbling mass
prepares to strike out on separate
paths while considering weighty
thoughts; they groan without being
heard. The songs of buses and car
tires divert a moment of depression.
Caffeine fills the veins. Brief cases
hold the world. Purses strain weak
shoulders. The walk sign appears.
A flood of colors force a high tide
at the next corner.
Roger Singer 