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.