WEST END WALK
Her shadow preceded her by many feet
as she whisked up Main Street in the still West End,
strongly backlit by the sun low in the sky.
The glare also gave brief life to the streetlights
and they glowed as if they were old gas lamps, not
those a modern day designer has copied.
Facades and doorways and holiday wreaths were
accented by the intense low rays of the
same sun that shined when these buildings were first built.
It seemed odd to me that a person should be
moving so quickly through a momentary
scene that the strobe- light sun sought to freeze in time.