sometimes when I walk down the street

December  12, 2010

sometimes when I walk down the street I like to glance into windows and make guesses about who lives inside, what their names are, what they like to do, and what they think about the existence of the soul

cars, cars, cars,

cars in parking lots,

at stop signs,

through intersections,

down dark streets,

into driveways.

houses, houses, houses,

yellow, white, gray houses.

through the windows,

Christmas lights and TV lights,

and separate family silhouettes.

ashes, ashes,

flesh and blood,

all we are is chemical.