Way rough draft, and a little late, I promise I wrote this yesterday, just getting around to posting now. Thanks
Observations on the One
Scent is a treasured sense.
Some forget that I treasure it and will abuse it upon entering
Some forget that their backpacks
Laced with the kindess of trees does not in fact mask any scent.
Most remember the unsaid rule
Sit one to a bench
Until its too full.
If you sit in the back long enough you’ll see the differences
Transit center in the shadow of the capitol
Shuffiling people to dialysis appointments at the Hospital.
Students, loud and on their phones
Shuttling to buy three season old clothing at the mall.
Families who’ve spent the day
Window shopping and pretzel snacking
Only to shuffle back to the shadow of the few tall buildings
Not really skyscrapers
More like skypatters.
Able to lift a few suited men up high enough to feel superior
Only to know we can see them
Jacket twisted in the wind
That the One creates as it barrels down Michigan Avenue.