
The Anonymous City
below my feet
questions stir
is someone laughing
at a jester’s tear
are there hearts, shattering
grieving a loss, change
is rage filling souls
with angered might
is the solitary, melancholy sort
scared to reach out, in the crowd
for some
does the routine
going-through-the-motions
drown their reality
so they miss out on love, life
often I wonder
does the city
care?
Photo and poem © 2011 by DC Lessoway