The Pedestrian I like to walk the streets of NYC
up and down Columbus Avenue
I keep my head high
my stroll strong
and my gait fast
and my hair blows back in the cool wind
which freezes my eyes
turns them into stone
encircling an emerald
which contains a deep black pearl
to stare at all who pass
just begging of them
to stare back
daring them
to test my humanity
to test my power.

When crossing the street
the true pedestrian won’t yield to a car
this city is for the people
not for your polluting machines
that the materialistic drool over
no matter how big your engine
how hard your metal
the heart of the pedestrian is more powerful than you