Apple of My Eye

you might look out the window

and see

a sin dancing in the streets

his knobby finger

pointing at you

beckoning for you to come closer

the glass between you shatters

but you are moving to fast

jump

jump

jump

the tracks are crying

everyone knows the sin in the street

will disappear

before you can reach it

and then

you stand in his place

circling around yourself

searching in the cracks of the sidewalk

under the shadows of the skyscrapers

now

you are dizzy

and the vacant eyes on the train

watch you in passing

until one

sees your untamed

dance

sees you

leaping from curb to curb

and breaks through

the thick layered glass

to be like you

or maybe you are the same

sin