We walk the rural path from a one-room school …..rubber boots scrape the gravel We stand, flip 100 burgers in a line, for lunch time, …..sneakers smell slick, still, with rancid fat We sit, alone, with a Lady, her Ermine, through plexiglass, she looks away …..hikers, swell hot, four years bald We reflect time in…
Red Light, Green Light, Stop
Finished — take — a familiar path — straight to your closest intersection pause for the Red Light turn your back to front, look ahead and — wait — watch the light — and wait Green Light — watch the people cross count-down, and breathe — and watch — their feet with each second Red…