Hesitant Alien

Worried hands

Of the city people

Making progress

Neat and clean

What ozone smells like

When it's on the sheets

Of teenage ghosts

Or in the hats

Of magic children

And we all got the feeling

If you're from here

(Are you from here?)

That we'll leave home

On a better rocket

So we wait

For a sign

From Mother-Panic

Work-mob swarm- Blue Station Four

Men wearing wrinkles

Women wearing hats

Public transit

To a vacation seat

Destination

Of the hyper-lonely

Population you and I