Sondraís Poetry

 


Lost in the City


Who knew a walk
could be so . . .
depressing.
Perhaps itís the way
wet streets cling
to our emotions,
weighing us down
in shadowy corners,
where we realize
the street lights,
the traffic lights,
wonít show us
the way home.
Walking in the bustle
where everyone pretends
they canít see you.
Arenít we the same?
All physically walking
and yet,
mentally running
to get out of the rain?


Copyright ©2001 by Sondra L. Schlossberg. All rights reserved.

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