August 1, 2007

A Rhyme-less City Poem

Just now, near the subway stairs
I fell off a curb in the middle of an open-air market and traffic
I cried out instinctively,
Landing on my palms and knees.
A few people looked over.
One man pulled out an earbud and laughed.
My hands sting from the asphalt.
Thank God I'm a country girl.