With My Nose at My Toes

I was crossing the street at Indiana Avenue 

and Michigan Street the other day. 

As usual, I was looking at the ground, 

mulling over some insignificant life mystery

when I noticed the paint on the walkways

not only were broken and faded,

they had craquelure!

I just knew I'd return to take pictures of 

the interesting compositions formed

by years of wear from tires and weather.

Tonight, while waiting for a bus home, 

I took my little camera into the intersection

to take a few pictures of the wonderful

shapes and colors that lay in the

middle of the street.

Of course, I did have sufficient

gray matter to wait 'til the signals

were in my favor and no cars

were turning into the intersection.

After all, how would the headlines 

have looked -- "Crack pot woman hit by

car, cracking her head while taking

pictures of craquelure"?