Absent Minded
April 27, 2009 by hames-1977
Crossing the pedestrian lane
whip lashed by the breeze.
He came by- unmindful
of the roaring traffic.
Green light blinked
turning yellow-
still he walks, only inches
away to his own shadows.
Merged in the crowd
in the heat of the sun
with eyes transfixed-
one solid direction.
He goes without turning.
He goes without swerving.
He talks without sound.
Keeping distance.
He exist but can’t be found
in the sea of strangers-
he lives but don’t belong
waiting buses, waiting lines.
To him, the world’s a square.
A face and a name where-
traffic signs blinking red,
life detours to dead-end.
