some of the unsaid residue



As the sub lights flash,
The Smithsonian packs another space suit,
A small girl on the elevator
Kisses a panda bear &
The world
Smells of human perfume & cinnamon dipped pop corn .. 

A train coming,
Another one going .. 

All I have is a soda
In my bag to drink .. 

Need to find a solid
Salt of the earth joint for a good start of suds 
Or someone could go down with words .. 

Must
Filter out their tourist 
Voices
In
My head ..