owners bark out at their dogs trotting around corners
looking for a quiet place to silently defecate,
sirens of police are drowned out by the sirens
ambulances heading on more direct routes,
vehicle horns blast out for seemingly no purpose
as pedestrians walk in between parked cars and
engines growl out their impatience,
walking and talking above the crowd is an art,
especially when talking on the phone,
barkers and non-sexual harassers make ever
attempt to sell you a ticket inside,
drunkards piss in the alleys beside the homeless
who dare no snore too loud and hailers’
raise their arms in a Statue of Liberty gesture
hoping to retrieve a cabby to their location,
doors open and close and blasts of heat
warm those who pass through,
jack hammers tear up concrete right beside our feet
as we tip-toe past the congestion, and if,
if were not for the changing street lights, we
would have no quiet here at all.
23nov17
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