The damn clock is buzzing Pigeons pecking sidewalks Gray against black People are bustling on the subway Standing packed on a Tuesday The homeless stirring A baby screaming pacifieeeerrr Hands against poles, over bags Their eyes are hazed with dreams Work... Tomorrow will be Wednesday The ride home will be similar Hands against poles, over … Continue reading Half Way There
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Kate
This is the loveliest beach I've ever seen The sands are soft & white; slightly freckled Fallen blue crystal skies grasp umbrellas below As soft warm winds with a sweet scent of salt dance I’m watching cigar brown piers chat with docked boats While Alewife run through her gargling ripples
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Pedestrians
Chapped heels are clacking messy rhythms as tattooed bikes dart through honking traffic. A cop waiving his gloves, orchestrates the lights & tourists riding in humid mustard cabs with bloated bags. Resident pigeons fly in alphabetical patterns looking for a bite while commuting rats scatter home along warmed subway tracks. After every performance the soles clap and groupie tires start screaming at the ring leader welcoming people to the show at the stitched crosswalks. AG
The Eclogues 