That night was filled with
A surge in city cars. Even then
I walked, well, tread, from those certain
I walked, well, tread, to my group
Of city blocks, despite the many
Not to clear my head but mind.
I always am wont to notice
The transition of blocks paved with concrete
To those laid with cobble stone.
The segue of scenes-
Of buildings glass and upward built,
to brownstone homes to parks
And old blocks with aesthetic
old-school fringe, from the ones
with glass and tint.
And If there is a fussy
Line, what is your store about?
That’s not to say by 8 I’d make
It home, rather that by 8
I’ll make it home.
At last in my group of blocks!
Ill make it safely home from where
I tread. Up from where I headed,
Finally here, finally home.