"Morning Walk" - 11/25/24
I love to take a walk through Little Italy before the morning fully arrives
The sound of power drills somehow becomes musical
As fixer-upper magicians repair outdoor emulations of Venetian sidewalks
Autumn leaves litter the streets poetically summoning
What’s left of this year morphing possibilities
Into interactions fit for future’s royal annointing
The juxtaposition of toxic cleaner in purple plastic bottles
Smearing remnants of last night’s misadventures
Doesn’t make me nearly as happy though
Shuffling quickly by avoiding the smells of death in the making
I shudder with concern for the man with the mop on the sidewalk
We nod to each other with seeming understanding of how
Sadly beauty so often serenades sickness
And then the ambulance sounds
A baby smiles in a stroller and I stop to
Buy some ginger in the Chinese market
