RDP SATURDAY: NOMAD
I travel the same gray path
from my front door
to my car
to the train that takes me to work.
From the station
it’s few steps to where I work
below the sidewalks, cracked with hard use
under the streets bumpy and worn
where 12 elephants walked shoulder to shoulder
just above my head
in 1903.
We are all just ghosts
from different times
haunting 2nd Avenue.

Photo A.M. Moscoso