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