Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

City Self Versus Suburbia Self

when I get to the city
I am on auto pilot
if a murder happened I would be no witness

I do not see people when I leave the suburbs
I walk for blocks in crying tennis shoes
wishing I worked somewhere else

Have you seen this person? A detective could ask
He could put me under a spotlight
It would help me not

I might as well be passing cattle
I do not make eye contact or retain who the others are
my city self is not friendly or kind

I reserve my humanity for the suburbs
where I pass no one without comment
the consummate neighbor and friend there

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Ilene Bauer April 20, 2021 at 1:29 PM ha! i'm more like gershon in this case, caren! i think the city has to be in your blood for you to really love it but i like the way you've expressed your different selves in your poem... Caren Krutsinger April 20, 2021 at 4:59 PM Thank you Ilene

Gershon Wolf April 19, 2021 at 9:03 PM Incredible! We react in precisely the opposite manner. The eyes and the I's have it. So revealing. Fascinating, Caren! :) gw Caren Krutsinger April 20, 2021 at 4:59 PM I ama country mouse, oh city mouse.