Streets
Project info

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,
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.

Capturing those all moments,

Everything conspired towards this , snow,

like white butterflies, laid, over old curves, dead leaves, interactions,