Every DAY, around 5:50 in the morning,
a squirrel buries a brown chestnut
deep inside the hollow
of the rolled-up morning paper on the steps.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
amid hankerings for change, a blessing
Every DAY at noon, a fellow pedestrian you're overtaking starts to empty his nose onto the sidewalk with enthusiastic diligence. When you say, "Eeeuw" or something equally evocative, he looks up, still festooned, to say, "I'm sorry, sir; I don't have any choice: I'm all stuffed up."
Saturday, October 11, 2008
...and you didn't give him fifty cents?!
Every DAY, just before 8pm, the guy in the wheelchair on College promises you that the big computer-store box on the ground beside him will perform a dance for you, for only fifty cents.
Friday, October 10, 2008
away home
Every DAY, at 18:25, pacing the gate latch, (on the business end, yet), there's a ladybug, its wings folded inexpertly, a novice with a roadmap, so black tails stick out the back of its shiny red car doors, so where are we? - beats me - right, we can't get in.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
in broad daylight
Every DAY, 9:37 a.m., and a crane named Anchor gropes for the Cardiac Centre's huge, floating, electric heart...
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