A hand on my arm,

Something brushed my side.

There’s something

Too bright

In the sky and my eyes.

The red on the crosswalk

The greeen on the traffic lights

And a wall of people

Pressing

And pushing

On all sides

Click click

Goes the signal

Barring my way

There are rocks in my shoes

Matching black asphalt

And a too loud

Performer

With ten cents in a bag

Click click

Goes the signal

Barring my way

And the cars racing by

Lack the kindness

Of home