i'm a tourist
in my own city.
there are lots
of pigeons
and squirrels.
everyone is in
a hurry.
i walk around
with a camera
and stare upwards.
i keep getting into
lines to look
at something.
i ask cops
for directions
and ask questions
like where's
the mall at?
i buy a hot dog
from the corner
vendor and a t-shirt
stating where
i am. i have
a map open in my
hands, with points
of interest circled.
i have on comfortable
shoes, a hat,
and am carrying
an unmbrella. i am
not used to being
out and about
during the daylight
hours. my visitations
in the past have
been primarily
nocturnal and
involved drinking,
carousing, as
they used say.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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