The grimace flies by,
the trickle of pedestrians
tucked into overcoats and suspicion.
There is no conversation on the underground bullet,
Fifth Avenue a stampede of meaningless strut.
Taxis weave, leaving yellow ribbons on the street.
Hookers pose in Times Square like mannequins.
There is no life in the museum.
Freeze frame: everything is silent.
the trickle of pedestrians
tucked into overcoats and suspicion.
There is no conversation on the underground bullet,
Fifth Avenue a stampede of meaningless strut.
Taxis weave, leaving yellow ribbons on the street.
Hookers pose in Times Square like mannequins.
There is no life in the museum.
Freeze frame: everything is silent.
Picture: copyright, William Hammett, 2007
