with the moon still dominating the morning,
they crossed in front of me.

man, woman and two tykes, the four
not-slaves-to-fashion, wore their all.

the kids in tow to the next temporary shelter,
dragging their bursting sack of dreams behind them.

moments of living punctuated by downtown streetlights
and cold, uncaring concrete silent faces.

was it a morning like this that they boinked
the two kids into existence?

was it a morning similar, hungover,
when he got his pink slip; needed no more?

i got work to do, my own life to live
so i put them in a brain's crease and walk on.

08/15/2005