Pretty Gritty Standing Committee

I loved, though not mine That invisible notion that creates substance. Saw as a pedestrian crossing the street; Watching This love seemed theatrical Standing still; Watching The persona of something we knew not where we belonged Searching Perhaps I was lost. Standing there; Watching To hear another speak To watch as a pedestrian on the street To pretend to be the smile that crossed her face That industrial glow that colored her cheek Tattooed sidewalks The fast paced nature given; metropolis Just seen walking around Cars burrow deep into traffic; Watching The capacity of taking delight in something so simple; Watching Fickle The grim street corner over by the third traffic light Perhaps we stumble Learning to walk; standing still The clouds sympathetic in nature Blurred the allure of the sun I loved, though not mine This notion becoming witness; Watching This momentum walking fast pace; Watching Slender shoulders cast angular shadows Advancing up the grim street; Watching Following the curve of concrete ladders I loved, though not mine The presence of strangers; Watching A community of thought Civilized in public An unseen riot that wreaks carnage; walking Her stare That industrial glow An invisible notion Saw as a pedestrian crossing the street; Watching Loitering Stepping out into traffic Getting hit by a parked car