TODAY , Sept 13th
Mornings
in the position
of a body on a sidewalk
under a tall building
the head in a tin can hollow
memories of a dream
like hope for a better day
fade
and it's the cold splash of water
after the warm blade
the aroma of toast and after shave
pockets full of stuff
keys in hand
and a goal
breeze past the blinking lights
and coffee counter lines
and I tell myself
today
that winning ticket
that Mont Blanc pen
those new steel toe sickle boots
and
the girl with the switchblade smile
Paul Balanchuk sept 13/09
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