windows and violent signs

Somewhere a long the way
I lost sight of what I looked like in a crowd
and started thinking more
of whether I could be seen at all

These violent signs
in tight fitting jeans
in violet blue skies

These knowing glances
perfect poses in the park
jutting pavement
carries me a long
to where, to where
I don't know

to hope to feel like this is my home
not a chronic tourist
a drive-by casualty

to see myself in the crowd
is to lose oneself in the crowd
through a mirrored reflection, a window
optimism