STRANGER

m. cygalski
february 1996 last revision august 2002

between the dark grey concrete walls of the city at night,
in the yellow light that pours from the street lamps down
onto the glistening of the wet sidewalks,
treading into our visual field.

soaked in the light, strangely sweeping into the picture,
image lines coming alive,
resonating and multidimensional.

uttering half-heard excuse-me's before brushing against us,
bodies striding by,
faces vaguely set toward some goal,
foot-steps already behind us.

sometimes,
their warmth lingers on.