12/14/03

Trying to beat
the northbound snow
on an early bus.
Reading my own poems
strange to see them caught
inside a book.
                    Feeling
a little proud
of the fonts, brackets
the lovely binding thread.
Thinking already
of my car back in Boston
street cleaning & snow
emergency Monday
morning drive
to Maine for work.
Bus windows wet
with snow leather
boots wet
with snow.
          The dead of Queens
lie under snow.