Going

by

Mary A. Green

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Old man
House-slippered on sidewalk
Why do you gaze
Across Henderson Highway
In front of balconied towers?
Before you, man creature
Incessant in breath-sucking haste
Cars rush, bound somewhere,
And you
Would you cross the street
At leisurely pace
If they vanished?
Leaving the road
For your pleasure alone
To shuffle house-slippered
On asphalt, remembering when
United with metal and fire
And arm around Alice
You had somewhere to go?