• shadow of a hand holding a flower

    I saw him again at the underpass. Just his silhouette. A shadow in a Crumpled, Baggy shirt— Hunched, Shaking A Styrofoam cup Like a bell. Seven thirty already— The air Humid, Pavement like Coals— The bridge choked with Exhaust— A line of Bored drivers Clogging the Intersection, Eager to Get on with the day. They ...