A long drive to the city
Cars, trucks, taxis
thicker, faster
People on sidewalks
stepping off, calling out
Engines,
laughter, jazz sax
surrounding
spilling out
overflowing,
drowning
Hup, hup,
move it
Where are the trees, the flowers,
the deer, the bluejays?
A twirling
at the edge
Tom Oleszczuk