Thursday, August 14, 2008: On the Street.....the Stockholm Look via Los Angeles

The laces in my shoes were unlucky.
I threw them away after Cheryl dumped me,

after tripping over them and into her,
six years ago in November.

Friday, November 30, 2007: On the Street.....Greys & Blues, New York

Rain changes sidewalks and streets into mirrors,
concrete into pyrite, mercury, graphite.
Our reflections grow out of our feet, like roots
anchoring us to our blurry shadows.

The weather’s alchemy stirs up moods,
conjures the blues.

Monday, August 11, 2008: On the Street.....Lucia Early Evening, NYC

Lucia refused to use “fabulous,”
preferring “terrific” or “charming.”
Her old-fashioned clothes are disarming
since she wears them with such earnestness.

Monday, August 11, 2008: On the Street.....Two, Paris

Before my brother the banker
Became a banker,

He told me he thought he’d move out
To the countryside.

Well, why would you go and do that?
I’d asked him, perplexed.

I don’t remember his answer,
Only his face.

And when I saw him this morning
He looked the same

As he did that day: wistful,
Tired, windblown.

Friday, August 8, 2008: On the Street...Crosby St., Manhattan

She excels at the cello
but hasn’t played in four years.

Today on the subway
at 8:37 A.M.

her fingertips tingle.
She knows she’ll leave work early,

racing home after lunch.
For hours, outside her apartment

the voice of the cello
dapples the street like sunlight.