From the ‘LUNCH POEMS’ series

There are
clouds bunching
up like the
of a sinkful of

the foam
holds its shape
floats gently
over my city
listless but
headed somewhere

now its underbelly
looks smooth
as river rock
grey as a tabby

like some sky
broken off of
some sky

when there are
two trains, side
by side,
you can’t tell
which is moving
from the inside

we do our best
even when we’re wrong

now I’m feeling
upside down

Old City, Philadelphia

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