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.
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