Props to "Doug" for the first line.
It is vital to mix color.
Who wants to walk down 5th Avenue and see:
Blank.
I want to see
Blend
and color
and
The man with the plaid shirt and loafers,
Stretching out his arm:
The other clenching a briefcase,
Reaching with desperate pleases.
Yellow taxi cabs pull up beside the curb
As he steps down from the chaos of a
Citied sidewalk.
And I stand,
And I watch,
And I wonder where he’s headed,
And whether or not he calls his parents during his free time.
Or maybe he knows the Italian accented waiter I met the night before.
I glance down 5th Avenue,
Watching the black man serving pretzels,
And the woman wearing sneakers who talks with her hands,
And the little boy clenching onto his Chinese father’s hand as they walk past the embodied clothing laying on the walkway.
And I think,
All these bodies have their own color.
And I wonder what mine is.
And I want nothing more than to see them mixing
as I walk down 5th Avenue on Sunday afternoon,
Joining them to watch
The most beautiful color of all emerge.
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I might just put a copy of this up on my chalkboard (yes, i have one in my room :P)
Probably my favorite piece ever written by you. :) Such a great topic!
I loved this piece, I liked how you describe people as different colors (in a nonracial way ha). I'm a people watcher myself and all the questions you asked: wondering if the man waiting for the taxi knows the waiter from last night, where they're going, what they're doing, who they are. I think of those things ALL the time. ^_^
In the words of Angelica:
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
I just want to say that I channled you at my tri state audition and got a call back because I sang "Shoeless Joe"
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