Sunday, Midtown – Cecil Vortex

Trying to cover
the three of us
with one umbrella.

My naked hand out for a cab
full-body soaked as that
car roared by

and I was wet and cold and pissed.

Then giving up
counting our change
to catch the crosstown bus

climbing onboard
paying our fare
and me

   surprised to find it
half-empty in the rain.

1 comment for “Sunday, Midtown”

Itto Ogami

August 31, 2004 at 5:41 pm

freedom and space on public transportation, a moment to catch one’s breath and exchange uncommitted glances with strangers. relief. very enjoyable.
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land;
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the SUNDAY from the week;
— William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

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