Embarking across the city
traffic lights are people in fact
changing their expressions
to invite or avoid
Infront is a dozen converted train carriages
now food trucks with hopeful enthusiastic cooks
looking out over the small crowds
so one might catch a glimpse of the smile
to be hooked in
to some fried carb or protein
sauce dressed
an exchange that might be a highlight
afternoon doesn't obey
people change their minds
and cannabalism is frowned upon
So one foot infront of the other
seeking the heat of the city
the radiating concrete
no street trees
shopfronts zero appeal
Nothing to trick the eye
just the practical smell of plastic and steel
just my foot prints
and brain's digestion
afternoon people greet hurriedly
despite repeating the circuit for centuries
checking the box fast to get to the next traffic light
slowing down stopping and continuing
novelty trance
a sense of throroughfare
speed the conman of achievement
anxious people running on foodtruck grease
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