Monday, December 31, 2018

New Year's Eve


I sat down on a bench to wait for
the last train of the evening

Heard a soft, wet ticking sound
Like fat raindrops hitting the bricks

I looked up and saw
black against the brown night sky

the limbs of the spindly city trees
laden with
hundreds of crows

at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
  • Cornucopia
     The waiting room on the fourth floor is filled with people. I’m used to coming in at the end of the week, when I tend to be the only patien...
  • Pincushion
     It’s been five years today since Noodle died. First thing in the morning, I carry my coffee and sketchbook and phone and headphones out ont...
  • Motion Artifact
     The door of the wound care clinic is locked when I arrive. I’ve never been here first thing in the morning before; they adjusted my appoint...