Another hungry
pack of cats is
splayed across the red line
tracks—and
causing
quite
the lunch
hour back-
up—as they shovel
down the distance
between
"unfinished"
and
"ongoing"—
Adjacent
the long-
faced men
and stranded
women tap
their hungry steering
wheels and
tolerate
their sweating canines—
telling
themselves
it's temporary—as if
any other banquet
wasn't.
