11:23 (excepted from a series in progress)

Under a loosely knit gray sky
he watches the silver fishes
wriggle past in their asphalt stream.
Each drop of rain is a coffin
exploding corpulent hydrogen
molecules across his battered
tennis shoes.
An old woman, wrinkles for eyes
sweeps moisture from her path
with each swing of her arm
well aware of its erosive qualities,
the rot inherent.
The air licks his cheek,
an excited puppy waiting to
please its new friend with shocking
yet pleasant results.
The world is heavier today
rich with possibilities
a smothering mother with
a smallpox blanket for arms.
The contradicting promises
of a rainy day
linger on a breeze
of honeysuckle and smog.



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