Downtown lot
walking amongst trash, others, and pigeons.
Looking on,
Moving forward.
To self- no words
Same city we live in.
Spending money there and here,
Names for affluence, titles, labels, and idea appear.
Sharing air, space, and time;
Random moments in life aligned.
Yet they are hardly noticed.
Soft sun smell; triggered warm refuse
Familiar with no one close-
view the metropolitan recluse.
