by
Erik Oosterwal
Footsteps treading cold gray sidewalks;
Cracks in every tile.
Buildings looming up like tombstones,
Then I saw the bird.
Sailboats swimming toward an ocean,
Colors bright like psychedelic dreams.
Hotdog venders selling heartache,
Flying up into the tree.
Flowers blooming in the distance,
Pink and yellow, white and azure blue.
I watch my mind as it leaves my body,
Off to seek adventures new.
The traffic lights flash like a disco,
Angry car horns sound a driving beat.
The pigeon races with a taxi;
Why doesn't he stop to wait for me?