street poetics
for jonathan, john & lars

sat on the corner her face creased like a blanket
she wrinkles her fingers in greeting
as i get closer

i waive hi too,
'i love your hair
slick back & silver', she sez

thank you, i reply,
i appreciate that, i say as i walk
past her

'i have colon cancer,' she sez,
to that right now
right now right now