slipping in and out of allies. smelling the pee evaporate in the bright sun. ducking into shadows to grab the urban black berries off the bushes. the almost ripe ones that the crows have not claimed.
the prickly weed spew from the cement cracks. the breaks in the sidewalk. climbing into houses and escaping again through the window. all we have is black berries.
the allies of a city are a whole other universe. you avoid the sidewalk traffic and meet others along the way, who dont want to walk shoulder to shoulder.
no one wants to make eye contact. you slip bellow their glance. and you are invisible. and rendering others see through as you choose not to see whats there in front of you.
for only your eyes capture the reality of the city. and unless to you look really hard, there are a lot of things you miss.