Today, on my way to class
The Starbucks sign seemed
like an executioner's
axe
above my head
ready to fall.
The traffic light flashed
an ominous walking man
a testimony of my passing time.
An American flag
dangles
like stripes of blood
and a piece of starry sky
sewn together.
The Virgin sign
lights up only gin
Everything spoke
of imminent age and decay
Then,
the sun came out
lighting up the whole world,and
two windows washers on a ladder.
everything became meaningful
yet again.