Street calm
There we go passing shops
Motion makes us drivers
motion makes us all over
moving I want to walk
Here we come rumble
along gutters cars parked as if they were always stationary
Here we come gamble
A ben stiller drain grade that could fall in with the rest of you
There they are laughing walking and going somewhere
the universe acompanies them
The slow moving car of youths follows them
Street calm exists
Step after step my shoes are used up
comfort is a pavement and allure
in the form of shop windows
and cheap illumination stimuli
Some of the old look down
the young up and the middle age worry brow
that bears the mark of a mobile prison
street calm and I have relaxed
Expressions matter
and some eyes flatter
but what I search for is not for chatter
High heels and horse hooves clickety clatter.
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