A drawing on the wall attracts
attention.
An old couple shake their heads
and then their fists.
A young woman reaches out,
touching the colors.
A dog walks by.
A pregnant woman scans the image
while rubbing her abdomen.
Two young boys on bikes laugh
and ride off.
A city bus stops. Passengers step
off and separate, noticing nothing.
A man and a woman contemplate the
wall, arguing as they walk away.
A nun passes by quickly, her eyes
rigidly forward.
A soldier presses his hand to his
forehead.
A rabbi stops, looking intently and
then begins to cry.
editors note:
Eye couldn’t say what art walks by, what heart makes cry. – mh clay