Main Street
Living on Main Street
life keeps on flowing,
Monday mornings
trucks pound the pavement
shaking awake the apartments and homes
regardless of the hour, ever on the ride
moving, trucking along.
Here, you can see the world go by
at its best, at its worst,
Sleepers on the street wake
pushed along by ignoring crowds
rushing, hurrying to and from
home to work
work to home.
Where do they come from
where was their place in life before this?
Parked cars give up their time
metering's expire
they move on
just a little down the line
or just across to the other side.
So many now
make this their home,
Wanderers, wanderings, survival
from the havens that once were
to this point
a journey taken up
by necessity, loss of hope, help for the body and the soul.
This is Main Street living
on the threshold of future pasts.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2024
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