Tourist

First Posted: 01/28/08
Posted by: J MaC

In good old New York

The fast-moving shine
Fell
Rose
Falling
An alien flying
The sun is shining
Might be evening
Perhaps even morning
Standing on a sidwalk
I can see it coming

Are they're here for the prayers?
The killing?
Are they chasing or delivering fears?
Are they from across the sea? 
Did they come for to See?
The low-flying vessel in the sky
From where
The who and the why
The nuances of the skin and the eyes

It's some kinda consternation
Then again
New York has long been
A far out tourist destination

Tourist © 2008 Ahkenaton  

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