Spaceman's Pancakes

Steering towards the Weird since 2010


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Poem of the Day #21- 9/8/17


Morning in Times Square
In the Canyon of Midtown
Harsh light glares from the East
Grey streets blow out
To blinding white
Tourists squint at the Marquees
And Flagship store.
Locals hide in sunglasses
Or bury their heads
Against the sun,
Walking fast to escape the morning crowd.
I am alone with my camera,
Searching for something else-
Not a landmark or tourist trap,
No blue-glass cage-
Searching for all that brings them out
Into this harsh morning light.