Reality

Standing silently in the doorway, a tough looking man With hands above his shoulders grasping the doorway jamb His face dark and lined,, hands wrapped in a boxers stance Sweated profusely , paused to let his breathing die He broke from his routine, stood resting and looking around Letting his eyes wander as the city passed on by Chatting , laughing having a good time Girls with young men ambled merrily by Somber men dressed in dark flannel suits And black lacquered boots, saying nothing Walked quietly on Fords and Chevys’ putted up and down the street, braking for red lights and cars in full retreat honking when someone crossed their beat with their headlights turned on looking mean Kids played stick ball in the alleys , strangers and enemies once, now all pals Families gathered on the front stoop Talking and eating dinner or snacks Lazily whiling away the warm summer nights All in all a peaceful dreamy evening filled with delight He paused in the fading twilight, closed his eyes Still no one noticed him , the city passing by the scene shifted/, time slowed/and died to early morn, parting mists, the smell of thyme He was there with his sweetheart , twenty years before Laughing carousing , being a great bore On a warm summer eve, Singing in the breeze, everything brand new,driving up the avenue Too late he didn’t see the car , flying apart it broke them in two They all died that eerie summer night As time passed on by,Still he meets her driving up the avenue He woke in the city once again , a boxer by trade Doing his routine , letting time fly Pausing to look out the door , His eyes wander on a warm summer eve As the city passes longingly by