The streets are strewn with gold
and litter

the people walk by
and i say hi
they go through me
like the sand
that settles
between the sounds of cars
and rumble of subways air vents and cracks in the wall

i know they can help me through it all
unless i ask


If only we could waltz
dance together
past the slush and abrasives -
bubbling over salt and bitter
cold

as fall comes
i hope to become a rock
sitting
as books
eyed with suspicion
from passers-by


evasion
is all i ask for
from your seeing
my reason for being
as i see it