Tuesday, October 26, 2010

window

Hopping

A little boy in a tiny green polo,
latched to Mom's hand,
hops along the crosswalk.
Swinging from white rectangle to white rectangle;
laughing at the falling leaves and
jumping for joy.

Cigarette

"Can I get a cigarette?"
the man asked me as I sat at my computer, reading
pages and pages of nothing worthwhile.
"Sorry, don't smoke," I replied.
He shrugged his shoulders and moved on.
"Can I get a cigarette?"
I heard him ask,
and I sat
and read
pages and pages of nothing worthwhile.


0 comments: