I was walking down Main Street,
My head bowed, my heart
In my throat.
The sound of the subway was
Rushing through my head,
Cacophonous and loud.
Was this city only full of
Restless souls?
When did the suburbia
Of childhood, the peace
Of my mind,
Begin to align with the
Anxious pace
Of shoes in gutters--
Morality ground
Into the dried gum
Splattering the sidewalk?