Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Tuesday, December 16, 2008: On the Street…LaFayette St., NYC

In December, shadows drag behind us
like deflated black balloons tied to our ankles.

Silhouettes lag and linger, sag against curb
And metal grate. As I trudge up LaFayette

To your new apartment building, I will the snow
To fall, to fall, to fall.

1 comment

  1. If I had to write about this guy I probably would have done 500 words on the beard before I could get to anything else. This is why I am not a poet.


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