CC Issue 32 / Reflections

City Life

Whirr and rumble underneath the window
buzzing neon lights,
their throbbing arteries


A breath, catching once or
Their heads buried down against the thought
of nothing up ahead.


In the midst of life is life:

A girl walking with her father,
sharing snacks
that only can be bought out on the street.

A family sitting waiting on
the stairs as I come
trumbling up with my (possibly) unnecessary
but ever-so-enjoyable bags of bounty.


Sometimes it’s hard to see the wood for the trees,
have you heard them say,
but it can be done
if you take a minute,
open your heart,
and breathe

It might catch you by surprise.

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