Honking pair of geese
rowing their heavy bodies
just over the trees
An old mobile home
chained to a rumbling tow truck—
police lights flashing
Lit by her phone’s screen
as she stamps down the dark street—
a girl’s pretty face
*
Intricate whistling
of a hidden morning bird—
I can tell he’s tiny
Cloudy city park—
green bleeding smell of cut grass,
my slow steps spongy
Hunched lady waiting
at a bus stop before dawn
yawns into her glove
*
Friday after work—
leave that crowded train and walk
home in golden light
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