i see cars pass
each one newer and cleaner then before
i see everything in reverse
and backwards
do the crazy
rear-to-side view
mirror dance
i see a mother holding the hand of her child
the look in her eyes
hopelessness regret maybe
i see teens walking in packs
like wolves
if they only knew
how much i and you
hate them
i see a large man riding a bicycle
his weight suspended magically
soaked in sweat as
spastic as he peddles
uphill
i see a sign that tells me
slow children are playing in the street
always in the street always
chasing something
i see my home
will soon cease to be my home