The Pedestrian.


Floating,
like an endless stream of bubbles,
blown by children in multi colored play parks.
People,
hunched together,
as if expecting an atomic blast,
uranium teardrops raining down upon them.
The streets,
gray with boredom and disgust,
not an inch of life left,
graced by the pedestrian.
The pedestrian,
always following the crowd,
he walks with no swagger,
no smile, no charm.
walking and floating onwards.
Onwards forever.