Streets

I spit at the ground

In utter disgust

But my reflection was found

Within the sidewalk’s trust

Concrete warmed my fears

Dirt in the storm-drain of my heart

Same direction for a few years

Homeless man’s dreams lying in a cart

Smoke of my past exiting the sewer

Billboards could not capture the ad

Beckoning me here, I won’t let myself be lured

I shake the lies, protection like steel clad

21^st, 20^th, then back up your street

Windows close to keep your cold out

31^st and Henry, the 10^th suite

Cab drives away, and heals the doubt

I spit at the ground

In utter disgust

But my reflection was found

Within the sidewalk’s trust