The People of Who
We come with bags toting...
going here, going there, leaving somewhere, arriving anywhere
toting bags, packing necessity.
we go,packed with bags in all shapes toting in all sizes
shuffling from point A to B.
Through any and every houw, every and any weather
we come, far or near, chasing, wishing, or needing
we com, with bags toting all what we might need
we go there, arriving here, rushing, sometimes running
We come in the mornings cool or hot as..
the sun stretching towards the sky
in each and every hour, wrapped in dawns breaking darkness, bundled from top to bottom
or stripped to the ends fo what decency commands
we go through alleys, parking lots, chaotic major streets, dashing across a pause in the rush, with totes and bags in every size and shape
lost in our invidual thoughts, pieces of other times, when we weren't going or coming
with our totes and bags, lives carefully packed
people of who, sometimes why, slipping in and out of ordinary
who are we, these people stopping traffic, slowing our rush, dashing and dancing against our beat and rhythm
creating a hum distincly off key.
We come with bags, packed toting...