Wednesday, May 2, 2018


Heartbeat quickens
Widened eyes drinking greedily
on an island of silver towers
Perpetual motion and light
Traffic cop on a lunch break
A man in a fur coat and top hat with a cane
noticed by no one
They have somewhere to be
Pounding jackhammers
late into the night
Screaming sirens
The breeze of a passing subway car
The 5 is running express today
A sour whiff of garbage
Everyone with somewhere to be
except for a homeless couple
slumbering in a doorway
Step over them as you search
for drinks or food or love
at 3:00 a.m.

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