Little man walks on soles of chalk
Writes black hurries on gray pavement
Dodges eyes by blurring faces
Little man stands to let the city move
Ten million steps shuffle lives into streets
The single sound of endless purposes colliding
Little man lives on the concrete ribs of the leviathan
The lit and heated cavity in concrete bone
The blood of traffic, breath of smog, electric pulse
Little man wonders where the subway ends
He follows the line with his finger, but stops at his stop
He has seen the sun rise, but only from behind roof tops-Written by Dante PerezView More at
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