In our taxi
we take a shortcut
through 30th St.,
which I wouldn’t walk.
Which doesn’t seem
to end but carry on
with warehouses,
indefinitely.
And with the broken
streetlight disappearing
address numbers,
all graffiti, upturned
trash or shopping carts,
shattered shadows
into hulking ones…
We were in Detroit
or Los Angeles, maybe
Baltimore.
I think it is the
longest street
I’ve ever seen.
Tag: walking
You and Me Out on a Walk
It’s morning again, sun.
Let’s be good together.
Glitter Frost
After a fifty degree day in Michigan February,
(The groundhog said it must be spring.)
it dips back into the familiar freezing,
and all the leaves uncovered from snow
start the morning sparkling.
Mondays
I walk to work,
or from the bus,
reminding myself
to love each step
and the person
making it
