The rigors of the day
are upon me. Folks busily
marching to no place, thinking
mission critical, the beautiful
people, perfect and the Wal-Mart
people, perhaps not perfect,
almost Raggedy-Anne-like,
and then the lady with shockingly
white legs that turn so magnetic
when she returns, after the storm
has descended upon us, and finally,
the robiton with short hair and short
skirt, shaking her head, avoiding
the crossing traffic, rush
hour having been so unfairly,
and psychotically hectic
for a Friday.
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#1 by Carl D'Agostino on August 14, 2011 - 1:28 pm
Marching to no place – our government says we are at least marching. What kind of consolation is that supposed to be?
#2 by Carl on August 15, 2011 - 9:48 pm
I might just sit on my ass now.
#3 by scribbla on August 14, 2011 - 2:46 pm
Another fantastic cityscape flash. I really, really enjoy these snapshots of yours. They say so much.
#4 by Carl on August 15, 2011 - 9:50 pm
I appreciate your kind comment. I had thought the new work environment would bring me down with all of the city stuff, but it fires my imagination, so it’s fun.