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down pavement crevices
what has brought me here?
☯
A hanging offense
but the hangman’s retired
steel doors slam and click.
☯
What does a driver
feel, first time s/he pulls away
from someone running?
☯
My mind runs away
with itself, hand in hand;
the bonds translucent.
☯
Sharp scent of apple
the only thing not leaden
Again, November.
☯
I taste her rainfall,
salty; then touch her jungle,
hinting monsoon.
☯
Old Chinese stringman
in the park, tries “Jingle Bells”
then “Oh! Susanna”
☯
Strange morning peace
she is dying, yet I feel
only the north wind.
☯
If weary you grow
consider: Your burp did not
exist yesterday.
☯
On this shitty day
I guide one traveler, south
to King Street Station.
☯
Winter moon slides
silently past my window,
waiting for sunrise.
☯
Even in blue sky
the moon holds to its station
over Taco Time.
☯
“The next train, northbound
is arriving in, two minutes”–
keep bootlaces tied.
