Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Morning Rounds

This morning's sun
casts off illumination
without warmth,
lighting the way for
three drunks snarling

A symphony of horns, a near miss,
bundled under hoods at 9:17 A.M.,
they ford the river of commuters
to the liquor store, friendly
on the opposite shore -
a bastion - the real social service
in this neighborhood for the last
couple of generations.

You remember Crazy Eddie
in the same crosswalk
bobbing and weaving,
boxing cars
back in the mid-70's.

They say it's going down to zero tonight,
the first true cold one,
and the three of you
staggering and swaddled toddlers,
are in need of better friends.

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