sunset and streetcar down Collegethis first bike ride of the season,
black patches of snow still melting,
lost gloves uncovered and unclaimed.
The earth might not be a blind man’s eyeball,
but it feels like a blind man’s eyeball,
clouded cornea,
coasting over cracked asphalt
against a black background getting blacker.
The lights go down in the movie theatre,
and everyone shuts up.
Jane Ozkowski 