Walking Through

Walking the narrow sidewalks cobbled for immigrants of the 1930s

under grayscale constantly moving towards the horizon

past houses framed for the laborers in the ’50s

chain link fences put up to keep out the drugs of the ’70s and ’80s

under trees sprouted a hundred years befor

pushing my way through decades of History

with a wall of ideas around my head to keep out the ideals of the dead.