On The Way To The Mall
Anyone walking far enough in a straight line
is thought a genius, or leader to follow,
or a wonder, or a danger to society.
A mystery beyond understanding
or miracle or danger to society.
So if you make it past the graveyard
with you walking stick,
past the field with horses
wondering what it's all about,
over the zebra crossing with your inhaler
past revving drivers who own the road,
throught the crowd of milling children
and pigeons with nowhere else to go,
past baroque homes and the silver tower
that can be seen from anywhere,
I congratulate you, I commiserate too,
after all you've seen and all you've been through,
I hope you get where you're going
although that can't be guaranteed,
I think a danger to society
like you is exactly what we need.