Outside of a brownstone
rock solid foundation – cinderblocks as chairs
like a dog lasered in on the arrival of their owner
slack-jawed oozing exuberance
listening to high pitched taunts
that stagger on loose ends,
colliding with market street.
and watched the stock footage automate.
and the people continued to circulate
around the heaving metal drones.
clawing pockets for coins and pushing arms
”step up sir”
curbs littered with yesterdays news/tomorrows predictions on paper.
instead we walk on it.
measuring a cool self – presence