So many papered-over
windows in the square –
some hide the future
with ladders and tubs
of paint; others
are simply empty.
So many papered-over
windows in the square –
some hide the future
with ladders and tubs
of paint; others
are simply empty.
A young father with a daughter in a stroller joined me in the elevator down to the train. We said good morning. When I asked the little girl if she was enjoying her Cheerios she looked me straight in the eyes and then looked away silently. When I told her that Cheerios is my favorite cereal, she looked me straight in the eyes and then looked away silently. As the elevator stopped and the door opened, I told her and her dad that I hope they have a good day. She looked me straight in the eyes and then looked away silently. When her father started to back out of the elevator the toddler lifted one hand from the little cup holding her cereal and started shouting at me as loudly as she could, “Bye-bye. Bye-bye.”
Sleepy midnight coughs,
yawns, stretches
crackles and pops form its limbs.
Fingertips sparkling
daybreak
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