Sidewalk Poetry #33

Walking To Work

It's going to be the sunny side
from now
                on. Get out, all of you.

This is my traffic over the night
and how
              should I range my pride

each oceanic morning like a cutter
if I
      confuse the dark world is round
round who
          in my eyes at morning saves

nothing from nobody? I'm becoming
the street.
                Who are you in love with?
       Straight against the light I cross.

[Frank O'Hara, 1952.]

[Washington Street Market in New York City, 1952.]

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