Wednesday, April 22, 2015


A shaking man who is older than his years squats on the street corner yelling at nothing or maybe at everything.

A young couple done up in designer coats with lattes in hand and their baby in its designer stroller give him a wide berth and wait at the crosswalk.

A trio of biking commuters in creased pants and blazers on their hybrid bikes wait for the light to change while their Timbuktu cases hang from their shoulders.

A line of high-end cars idle at the stoplight with anxious drivers in a hurry to get to the next light and wait some more.

The man is still yelling on the corner.

I sit on the bus and feel the juxtapositions of city life criss-crossing like the veins under my skin.

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