The Corner of Street and Avenue

Seattle city streets slick and shiny
Faces of every shape
Some shapely some misshapen
Thin mist thickens into gray rain
Signals change
Heels in her hand, flats on her feet
She crosses to glassy offices
Blue buses rumble shudder hiss and disgorge
Pedestrian lives wait for a signal 3, 2, 1
A mute parade
An occasional bright umbrella
Backpacks, bundles and bags of every description
Above in the overcast crows pigeons gulls
Shoes stroll stride and limp
Standing sitting moving straight
Between busy square blocks and blurred crosswalks
Waiting for the signal to change
Signals change.


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