Hydrogen
I walked home today on 5th St.,
under the scaffolding across from the Hearst building
where the sidewalk is narrower under the scaffolding~
approaching pedestrians make eye contact
to prevent collision
It was here I saw her
elderly, tiny, Asian woman
her albino pigmented skin
experienced Hydrogen
~ no blindness (she nodded as we passed)
~ no mobility assistance (her pace was fine)
And it should not be at the location
of Early Man's Dawn
where the mystery of life ends,
so I just pat my belly
remembering how my
son kicked, in utero.
Copyright © Jen Franks | Year Posted 2013
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