america the beautiful
for amber street lights glisten through a haze
onto wet broken sidewalks beyond
my car window to another world
i just as easily could have been
born in a different life continues
ignoring wheres and hows and when
i see the silhouettes standing together or
walking beneath a flickering sign that i should
be afraid of the dark night with its frantic busy silence
broken by voices i remember not to fear the
faceless shapes who could have been
would have been
and sometimes have been
me