(jack) Griffin

The ocean waves are active, The breeze is nice and brisk, The children play in the sand, Towers and parapets with moat. I am surprised that no one has noticed My footprints in the sand. Leaving the moving acres of tan and foaming water I stand at a stop with two other folks, Paying me no mind, they stand quietly. The autobus approaches and the eager attendees tense. They enter and I follow, The conductor demands no toll from me. To Baker and 72nd we approach, A man pulls the stop line, The carrier pulls to a stop and the man erects I follow him off as it is my stop as well. I stand ready to cross the street, and as I cross The behemoth lurches forward and strikes me. I bounce off of its front, landing painfully on the curb. Bleeding from several wounds acquired from the crash, I stand. The city streets are buzzing, The air is rank with fumes and smoke, The denizens are busy scurrying about, In bowlers, and two-piece suits with coat. I am surprised that not one of them has noticed The blood trailing my steps. I call out, to no response, To no aid, and no hope. I continue forward and call again, A man huddled in the corner of a building, Freezing, like the heart of a cruel mistress. He tensed when I cried out for help. He heard me. I approach the shivering man, I inquire to his state, he quivers and remains silent. I know you can hear me, I need help! I grab his shoulder and pull him over to face me. My arms fall limp to my side, in awe The man staring up at me is a reflection. I turn to flee, mixed feelings of doubt and terror How could it possibly be? How can he be me? As I amble forward the air becomes sharp and cold. Bleeding and shivering, I fall to the ground amidst the crowd. Fading, the day becomes night at 1:42pm. The streets suddenly become deathly quiet. Just another day in the city.