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.