In a long and unknown street
Was walking with a backpack and in blankness
trampling the silent stones and the dry breeds,
Someone behind me also tramples.
Homeless seeking for place and to feed
Everything dark and door less, with some dimmed lights
only my steps aware of me,
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me,
where I pursue a man who stumbles
and when I turn around find nobody to be ,
A pair of eyes, illumination and shadow cast
across the Chrysler lot were sharp and dark
I have stood before a car in its flaunt of chrome
saw colors and vessels nearby a wall
as an attendant outside a shell station
Unfold a sign board , smoothing overalls
Lines of thousand Serpentine Tree.
As in split maple, as in it takes a hundred years
to snake these arms to such breadth.
Everything must have been leading to this junction,
drought, floods, spring coming too late and winter too early.
Everything conspired towards this , snow,
like white butterflies, laid, over old curves, dead leaves, interactions,
Capturing those all moments,
I GO AND SEARCH FOR SOME MORE STREETS.