Observe

I prepare to turn corners

By pressing my Burner

Back against the wall;

Peering my tall

Gaze around, like a spy.

Half the time, someone’s flying by;

Not paying attention,

So I listen,

Watch the ways

Of man’s egoist haze.

I slow my pace,

Slink around the place,

Inhabiting unobtrusive space.

Patience slows me,

Avoids their cacophany.

My tongue speaks less,

and less.