Broadway and Houston |
I had a dream of the future,
very strange and marvelous 500 years or so from now. A wide road of hard tarmac A sign saying Broadway Vehicles that move like beasts on their own Buildings larger than cathedrals, bound together with noise and color A woman, looking like me, but dark brown and barefoot and probably sick with tufts of hair in knots on her head The other people were wearing strange garments, but she wore a yoked robe hemmed in broad strokes like I would have worn doing church duty as a child. She had two fingers pinched in a circle to the sun She stared through the hole held by a voice in her head. The other people rushed around her in many urgencies. She never moved. Time moved around her. |