Various Rhythms (Written September 26, 2013)

Various Rhythms


People walk in various

Rhythms, some on the grass,

Some on the street,


All going in the same direction,

With no sense of panic, only

A need to find a place


Where they can feel safe.

Behind them, a dust cloud

Drags at their feet, like


Tangled strands of kelp

In the shallows of  the sea.

A woman in a wheelchair,


At the end of her endurance,

Cries softly to herself.

A man leans down


And offers to help, but

She waves him away.

He is ash gray.

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