Thursday, March 12, 2009


A man with blood on his head stumbles into the street.
Wind swept plaza at the corner of 34th and 7th .
I think I’m beginning to know what this is.

The corner of 42nd and 6th.
“It’s not hard to leave you just do it.”
Unless you miss the bus, I thought to myself.
A windy day.

Nobody cares how you do it.
I thought I.
A man drinks his Coke.
The shadow of One Penn Plaza.

Between us, a young couple escapes into each other.
An old man wanders without bearing.
The pull of the moon.
The bus.