I stood on the corner
concrete monoliths
cracked surface scars
held the past in shaded
memories we created.
Now time gives way
to rooftop patios
the sounds of live acts
turned consumerism.
I stood on the corner,
looked at the faces,
wondered if any age lines
could recall my own
youthful stares,
the agony of a lonely
night outside sounds
of busy lives
passing through eyes
just an instance and gone.
I stood on the corner
welcomed a sigh
where the many hours,
the clever wording,
charms in intriguing posture
walked right by me again,
left me singing a quiet
melody in memory.
I stood on the corner,
and laughed to pass the time.