I took a hit,
cigarette and barbecue smoke,
both forbidden choices.

The aromatic blend of rain
and coffee blackened
had me temporarily at ease
that I was indeed more
than a line in simulated feed.

And what's funny is I didn't exist,
outside the bookshop
automatic entrance kept its lips
closed. It seemed senseless,
or maybe I was.

And is it stealing, I wondered,
when you admire from a distance
a street musician's symphonies,
knowing full well you have no change to leave.
I did not want to be a thief
there at the water's edge.

Dulling out the senses,
from senseless interference,
trying to submerge
thoughts I could be pushed
over the railings.

Fear, pleasure, guilt-
the fragile spectrum of emotion.
I must be human
after all.

© DanGlyn