I stared down at the traffic from an overpass
and in turn stare at the crowd making their way down the street
Just like the cars, the people divide and entwine in an attempt
to get from point A to point B
I stare at the subway riders that are
packed in like sardines but try to look independent
with a phone/ tablet and a cold indifference
A woman who has an arch in her back
hoping that someone notices her curves
but has a “f–k off” and “Try me”
mask on her face
The man who sits with his lap top in Starbucks
like he is alone in his study
He looks professional and standoffish
but he secretly hopes his presence is validated
the destination, the navigation
I watch the crowd that is so detached
and impersonal…almost shallow
but in reality everything
is personal, very personal.
RECYCLED HUMAN 