Seeming Wastrel
Nov 7, 2023
The large stone
Cleaves the water of the lake.
It’s vacuum alive for a millisecond
Before its death vomits liquid toward the sky
And Its ripples wanting to cease existence.
I always shake now when standing in front of her.
She’s become Dad
It’s time to leave now.
I’ll have to sleep in the car.
Knowing that I can take it.
Wantonly unknowing that I have to.
The 60 year old man.
Sits in the Red-Line subway car.
Homeless.
His shame obvious.
His need to cry pristine.
I stand by him
My hand rests softly on his shoulder
The red-line rumbles toward Hollywood
It’s all I can do
Doing nothing
As he reaches the end of his line
As I’m about to reach the end of mine.
