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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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