Calle Liberdad- new poem

There is an exception to the rule
when you take the local route.
Ladies peer our their windows
all day sometimes.
I see them everytime I pass
lost in thought. Lost on a street that could be
anywhere. I don't ask them where I am
although we catch eyes many times. I admire
how they can be so still
just watching the street
as I pace wildly
in my internal rage
unaware of the taxi's and buses gone by
that could take me where
I need to go.

-Dcp