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,
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,
It might catch you by surprise.