Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Putting on the Brakes

Car windows flung
open, I'm light

as a shadow—zooming
past flickering skyscraper 

patterns chucked in my 
path by new boldness 
of sun.

Then suddenly
stuck—by the 
circle, I'm struck,

inhaling deep May 
morning air in 
frustration,

when a smile breaks marking 
mild re-apprehension—

as the weather 
warms up, the west side 
gets packed

—with the smell of burnt 
chocolate.

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