Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Roadside Observance

The dull buzz of an electric fence. Time to cross the road.
Time. To. Cross. The. Road.

Looking right. Looking left.
(Lines of white and lines of red).

Now, a horse, ridden bareback by a boy.
Now, a steamy bus. Armpits pressed into sad faces.

Here, a canine's outline - pancaked by impatience.
Here, a gaping storm drain - dry and fearless before the rain.

There, a transexual hooker prances.
Fearless (it seems) too.

1 comment:

Aline Maira said...

yeah, a bit of são paulo...

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