This Morning
This Morning
I saw a kid grinding the sun
With a kaleidoscope,
Futile as a waiter
Grinding pepper in hell.
I saw a blanket in the bike path
I mistook for a body
Because it was more likely
To be a body.
I saw a car with no one in it.
No one stopped completely at the stop sign.
No one looked both ways.
No one went straight.