late winter morning
cool, brisk gust
against the warmth of the sun
sliding gently on ice
on the poorly shoveled sidewalk
he passes a red fire hydrant
sticking out of the white virgin snow
life a fresh-picked cherry in the desert
a cat in the alley
tells the world of her desire to go inside
squealing tires of a car
turning the icy corner at a stupid speed
paperboy yelling something about a
cowboy robbing a bank on a llama
proprietor from the high-class corner store
offering coffee and a cheap porno mag
a dispatch radio blaring from the window
of a slowly passing squad car
the rat-tat, rat-tat of the subway
on the tracks beneath him
and the anxious nagging of his aching feet
telling him to go down there
and get out of here.


12/6/08 10:00-10:17am

11/16/2008

Posted on 11/17/2008
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