unseen.lauren smith. as the sun rises footsteps fallkeeping in time with a single heartbeat. up and down rain slicked streetsbacon sizzles- as eggs are flipped. the scent of hazelnut vanilla leaking out of windows latched tight.and as the day goes on… children wait in line for vanilla ice cream cones a mile and a half high.lights twinkle from red to yellow to green much like the cars that speed toward them.the bustle of people slinging purses and throwing change pass a couple. Watching the lingering pinks of the sunsetand the permanent pearls of the moonrise hands entwined…a routine they’ve been a part of for sixty years running. They’re miraculous things Precariously placed within a city. Not made to be noticed or seenWith the eye. A magnifying glad. Or even a microscope. But made to be appreciated. Noticed. Accepted and loved. With the heart.
Artist: Lauren Smith
School: North Allegheny