outside on a workday (20170103)

today there is no smog
no hazy skies
the air bitter and cold
handfuls of clouds
hold up the sky
themselves tiny
thin-stretched hands

the sidewalk belongs
to me and my feet

alone aside from drivers
in their shipping trucks
old cars with windows that
stopped rolling up and down
smashed taillights
what might be bullet holes
smoothed over with bondo

even the guys at the
aerospace building
won’t come out and smoke
at the curb today

i make myself walk
faster to warm up
and get the hell off the street

3 thoughts on “outside on a workday (20170103)”

    1. I’ve done the novel thing a few times. While I like the long form, it’s really hard for me to stay interested for 50k or so words.

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