Thursday, March 19, 2009: On the Street….Shellback, Paris

Locked in the coffin of a new form,
Gregor Samsa’s beetle body shook and skidded
On his quilted bedspread. His room is the same
As it was while he slept. The coins, cologne,
Photo on his dresser remain. They are waiting
Still for his hand to grasp them, use them,
Bring them into being.