And the hustle and bustle somewhat exciting. By the next administration, these same surveillance cameras Will be mirrored. To the next to last train move slowly out to the suburbs. They all wend down. Dispatched by fluorescent Crozier dim orange light of the Latino s shadow.
Dragons take flight into the disappearing sky.
Enveloped by The cuff-cleaned circle Of the bus window You reel once and Your white scarf is set free In a February wind. Watching your second to last chance home. Or a scratchy Coltrane tape to Roll through your shadowed nursery. Upstairs he seems to be listening To top 40 radio for the fiftieth time today. I look around for where you get your peace.