Stalling At the Crosswalk

` stuck between smoke stack volumes in alphabetical order woven metal bodies straight lines leaving little to the imagination some big, some small from exhausted paint rollers leaving their mark just outside of the jewelry store crushed cigarette butts on the ground falling between the cracks of walkways reflecting diamond brooches you can’t afford designer dreams offered at half the price where the sign in the windows reads “anything you want” and you do scents drift between stone columns fast food lines move slower as fries fall to the bottom to be found later when the traffic light finally turns green and you run out of gas stalling at the crosswalk of where you never wanted to be 11/1/19 For the: Anything you want Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke