We shared familiar
spaces, ritualistic clusters
converging on weekend
specials where earthy
aromas provoked
our palate sensibilities,
nudging each other
for a closer peek at open
market delicacies, manners
and civilities left at the
door. Narratives on
social discourse.
Then we were gone.
Sunset no longer
appears, or perhaps I
simply died again. Another
rebirth in waiting.
Nature has overtaken
asphalt streets while trolley
cars rust in place.
I had a story to tell,
but there’s no one left
to listen.


© Rob Taylor, 2020

“As each moment progresses, the human being must answer the two quintessential questions: Which forms of influence will dominate me? To which forms of influence will I contribute?”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 43). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.