People Poem by Cyrus Diaz

desolate...
promenading alone
in city's empty streets
to lose the coils
with a gratifying
chocolate moist,
there's a consolation
I found.
seeing busy people,
lovers dating,
street children's
begging for alms
side walk vendors,
student and by standers
in lurid faces
imbibing liquor
different people,
different cons,
different cultures,
color, races, and classes.
distinct perspectives,
distinct motives
each with their
own itineraries.
cracked sidewalks,
dilapidated pavements,
aged structure,
soggy air,
cars streaming along
buzzing from time to time
public murmuring of traffic,
turbulent noise melding together
it's agitating.