Morning Walk


An uncontrolled Virginia creeper
leaves off her dormancy.
A cheap couch, missing a cushion,
spreads out and sponges up the dew.
The backyard GMC with a fist-sized hole
busted through the windshield;
running boards rusting.
It’s all fresh in the east slanted sun,
baked in the heartbreak
of next-door neighbors and Saturday morning.
A tired nurse ends her night shift,
two strangers sharing nothing
but their bodies,
separate before the traffic picks up.
Some blockaded streets
cordoned off for a marathon,
remind those of us awake,
how far we have to go
before its all over.


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