and still they stand....

the tourists come from all around, heading to the big apple, New York City.. and they love my neighborhood, Greenwich Village. they come here with one purpose in mind, to block the sidewalks.. so, here is my ode to the tourists. it's called, 'and still they stand'.

 and still they stand

looking at the map

staring at that building

and taking a picture of that building

while they stand

there

in the middle of

the sidewalk

 again...

they don't seem to see the people walking around them

glaring back with laser eyes

they don't hear the truck as the driver blows the horn, and blows the horn, because he can't turn the corner because they are blocking him, and

still they stand

and i walk up to them and through their legs

and my leash wraps around a stray denim pant

and yes, they still stand

until one looks down and says "cute dog, can i take a picture?"

ahhh, no.

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