A warm, balmy day.
School's out, and I wander
aimlessly
about the town.
A few cool breezes
pass me by as I
amble slowly with
no particular destination.
I smell spicy spaghetti sauce
mixed with
oily french fries and
hot green chili,
drifting in the wind.
Strangers pass me
and I gaze at their
faces with empty eyes.
I'm walking to nowhere
down the two-laned road,
not really noticing where I am.
I hear voices shouting,
Spanish, English, a mix of both.
Time passes slowly,
then faster, as the scents
change and I stop walking
as I look out across
the street at the stoplights
blinking yellow, green and red
as lines of cars, gleaming
in the sunlight
stop
and then start again.
The crosswalk light flashes
"WALK"
and I cross the street to my house,
run up the slightly crooked front steps and
shut the heavy wooden door against the
afternoon heat.
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