Friday, April 28, 2006

Fingerpainting #1


Snippet of something:


And when we stop at the light at Third and James,
We watch how the rain and wind toss the pedestrians.
One woman’s black umbrella inverts, a little girl loses
her woven mitten. I turn to my brother:
“These people are not happy.”
We watch their faces—grimacing, creases everywhere.
The little girl looks like an old woman.

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