Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Sixty-first and Stark

The quiet morning is interrupted by the clicks of turn signals,
and I take a right onto the cold street.
Waiting for a green light against the hopeful gray-blue sky,
I savor the stillness.
Another day indoors is only miles away. I envy the birds.
My mind flies away with them, disappearing between the trees.
And then I go.