Manhattan Jungle

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Footsteps. Times a million. 

Up and down.  Left and right. 

I pass 52^nd Street.  I see you from a distance.  Leaning against a building, shaking your cup. 

clink clink clink

There’s a tattered cardboard sign at your feet.  Homeless Vet.  Need $$$ for food.  Thank you and God Bless.

I stare back down at my phone.  Imaginary texts take priority.  You’ll probably just spend the money on drugs or alcohol. 

Footsteps.  Just my two. 

Walking straight past you. 

Don’t make eye contact.  Straight ahead.  Steam right past.  More imaginary texts. 

Please don’t call to me.

I’m sorry.