The crowd
you can see
yourself in the shadow
on the sidewalk
you can hear
yourself in the rustle
on the street
you can feel yourself
in the heat of the moment
soaked up by the sidewalk
and reflected back at me
it’s funny how
the lines on people’s faces
they react
to the things you say and do
and they react
to the rhythm of the streetlights
the patterns of the stopsigns and the
buildings that tower over me
you can see yourself in
other people’s faces
we all get hungry
we all need some place to sleep
and you can feel yourself
in other people’s places
brought together
by the cry
of the voices and
the violence
the violence
in the streets