Sudoku Days
It was the last Saturday of the summer,
t-shirt night, 4am, and everyone
we knew was there, and everyone
we didn’t know was also there
to witness a man on a fourteenth floor
condominium balcony rip off
each day of his Sudoku a Day calendar
and throw it into the evening,
July first, July second, July third,
all the way to August 31st.
What are you doing still awake?
What are you doing still awake?
Cars blasting bad rap music down streets
full of people we were about to meet
the woman in a gold gown and white sash
stumbling over the sewer cover, and you and me
and the 24 hour McDonalds
and I think I still have a beer at home,
and the Sudoku days folding to cranes
and flying away.