I Walk By

I walk by,
And never hear the word “***” uttered
I walk by,
And am surprised when people are polite
I walk by,
And people are moving too fast
I walk by,
And see people frowning in the rain
I walk by,
And see a crown of realization
I walk by,
And see a ritual of snow
I walk by,
And see confusing umbrellas in the snow
I walk by,
And there’s a convention with a zillion people. I sit next to people cursing

© Matthew Goff