That night was filled with
A surge in city cars. Even then
I walked, well, tread, from those certain
I walked, well, tread, to my group
Of city blocks, despite the many
Not to clear my head but mind.
And always am wont to notice
The change of blocks with streets
To those with cobble stone.
The segue of scenes-
Of buildings glass and upward built,
to brownstone homes to parks
And old blocks with aesthetic
old-school fringe, from the ones
with glass and tint.
And If there is a fussy
Line, what is your store about?
That’s not to say by 8 I’d make
It home, rather that by 8
I’ll make it home.
At last in my group of blocks!
Ill make it safely home from where
I tread. Up from where I headed,
Finally here, finally home.