I’m holding you back, aren’t I?

As I amble through the heavy air

(humidity in Philly over 90 percent)

I’m a sweaty walking wall in your path

as you rush to something that must be important.

Would you be jealous

of the things I see and wonder?

Is your rapid pace a blindfold

to the mysteries on the concrete?

What brought that homeless man there

to his raving and shuffling?

Who built this metropolitan heat-box of towers

that you traverse with cold, calculated steps?

I wonder if you ever wonder.

Try it sometime. Be a slow walker like me.

In the meantime,

So sorry to get in your way.

I didn’t know you were a VIP.

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