I took a walk
along the central reservations
like the minds neglected pathways
I walked through the parallel conduit
I was there, immune to the clock,
reels of tide and undertow
The scrub underfoot
cars pass like sips of tarred water
Not even a drunk would dwell here
of all the noon places, this is forsaken
yet, I saw a man standing there oncemw
staring through me and then gone