A Passing Glance

When you sit there and stare pass the streaks and spots on your window

You can truly see the city through the mute and the grey

Passing by like small black and white pictures.

Sometimes you stop and see the moment for what it really is.

A freeway is a trail of blurry lights;

A cemetery is a small museum of memories;

A post office is still the center of the city no matter what technology does.

And as you move it becomes a world that passes you by;

A series of moments to never be seen the same way again.