I love the skewed perspective and odd POV. I have a poem with same title.
Crossing
This is the chorus.
The crosses are here. Arise.
Telephone poles are not a coincidence.
Someone familiar has not seen you.
She turns around. The meaningless symbol
breaks your heart. Your imagined world
is attacking you from pointed spaceships,
like rain squeezing through a window.
This is the chorus.
The crosses are here.
The telephone poles are real.
A trainyard of pieces of trains
and pieces of track. They go.
You merely continue. You are inside
a whole train. You are so sure
that you are parallel to your life.
But the crosses are here. Rise.
This is the chorus.
The telephone poles died for a reason.
Excellent graphic qualities ... oh what being able to crop would do for this one (to exclude that lampost at bottom and other crosswalk hash in the lower left).
The lamppost and white line in the lower left are a bit distracting, but overall I like the mood here - feels like a deserted street, lonely man, head down. Quite unassuming and minimalist.
I think it would have been so much better if you cropped out the light at the bottom, which of course would have had to be in camera as you coupledn't crop in this challenge...I like this though, well spotted
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